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Noah blinks up at her father. “Please, Dad? You suck at fractions.”
He scoffs. “I do not. I’m just rusty.”
She rolls her eyes. “That’s because you’re old.”
“Forty-two is not old.”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. “Did you have paper and pencils back when you were in school, or did you have to scratch your equations onto a cave wall?”
Noah tosses her head back as she laughs.
Grant rests his hands on his hips as he turns to face me, and I fight the urge to stare at the muscles in his arms as they flex. “I knew I should’ve poisoned that steak.”
“You had your chance, big guy. You blew it.”
“Come on, Dad. Please? Let Lenny help me.”
He heaves a sigh. “At least let me pay you for your tutoring time.”
“No way. Don’t be silly. I don’t mind helping her.”
“I insist.”
“I won’t take your money.”
Noah snaps her fingers. “Why don’t you cook dinner for her? It’s almost dinnertime anyway, and she said she loved your steak.”
I don’t miss the glare Grant cuts her way.
“I don’t want to impose.” I adjust the hem of my shirt, suddenly uneasy about the idea of having dinner at Grant’s house. “You don’t have to feed me.”
“Please come.” Noah hits me with those big, round puppy eyes. “It’ll give me someone else to talk to during dinner.”
“Apparently I’m not good enough anymore.” Grant lets out another long sigh. “I’m making oven-roasted chicken with potatoes tonight. Is that all right with you?”
“Sure. I’m not picky.” I glance down at my button-down shirt and pencil skirt. “Just let me change out of my work clothes and I’ll be right over.”
Noah throws her arms around me. “Yay! See you soon.”
Noah and Romeo trot across the street.
Grant and I remain, staring at one another.
He gestures to my new doorbell. “I thought you said a camera is creepy.”
“I changed my mind. Figured it’d be good to have some added security around here. You never know who’s lurking around the corner.”
He grunts. “Yeah, you should watch out. I heard there’s a gnome thief on the loose.”
“You make so much sense.Why can’t my teacher explain it like this?”
I smile. “He might if you ask him for some help.”
Noah shakes her head. “No way. That’s so embarrassing. The people in my class will think I’m an idiot.”
Grant glances at her over his shoulder from where he stands at the stove. “Who cares what they think? They’re not the ones flunking math.”
I hold up my hand to stop him from making this any worse. “You don’t have to say it to the teacher in front of the whole class. You can go up to him at the end of class and ask him if he offers extra help. I know some teachers who do a lunch bunch. Instead of going to lunch, a couple of times a week you can go to him so he can explain the lesson to you in a smaller setting.”
