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“When does the other house close?” she asked.
“It’ll be about a month, so we’ll want to be able to move in then. I may bring my crew in to help with the kitchen, so it’ll be up and running, but I’ll do most of the work with my own two hands.”
“I’m really impressed with what you’ve learned to do. I know you didn’t like working for your dad when we were younger, but you seem to really enjoy this type of work now.”
He nodded. “When I was a teenager, I was trying not to go into the family business. I didn’t want to work with my hands. As an adult, I’ve realized that this is what I was meant to do. I still love the business aspect of things, and I save a lot of money by doing my own books and managing my own finances, but getting my hands dirty and tearing a room apart to recreate it? That’s a true joy for me.”
“I think that’s great,” she said. “Your dad would be really proud if he could see you today.”
He nodded. “I had tripled his business within three years of taking it over, and he was always telling me what a good job I was doing. I’m glad I pleased him, but a little part of me still wants to sit behind a desk.”
She nodded. “I understand. I did what I dreamed I would do, and I still sometimes wonder if I’m going to be able to keep up. I wonder if I actually am good enough to be a doctor.”
“There’s no doubt about that in my mind,” he said. “You’re awfully special just the way you are.”
Chapter Eight
As they got their taco bar ready that night, Shelby was put on grated cheese duty. “I never thought about the everyday tasks of being married to you,” she said. “I guess I thought it would all be jumping into bed together.”
Nate grinned at her. “I think we have plenty of that going for us.”
“I know we do. But the hard work starts after the wedding. I guess I always thought that as soon as we married, our happily ever after would begin, and there would never be day-to-day monotony again.”
“There will always be monotony. It’s up to us to make life more exciting, but we must work at that.”
“So, what can I do to make grating cheese more exciting?” she asked.
“You should name the block of cheese Charles,” he said.
She raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“And then you should name each piece of shredded cheese Chip.”
“And how does that help me?” She had an awful feeling in the pit of her stomach that this was going to be a terrible corny joke.
“They’ll all be Chips off the old block!”
She groaned. “You don’t even have to be a dad to tell awful jokes. I don’t know what we’re going to do when you are a dad, and your jokes deteriorate even more.”
He grinned. “That was an awesome joke, and you know it. You just don’t have a sense of humor.”
“Oh, I have a sense of humor. It just doesn’t lend itself to corny jokes.”
“That’s too bad,” he said. “I feel awful for the football team who always practices in the cornfield. They get creamed.”
She groaned again. “That one was really bad.”
“The corn was worried it was getting sick. Its voice was a little husky.”
“No more! I can’t take it!”
“The corn farmer was nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize for his dedication to world hominy.”
“I don’t think I can speak to you anymore,” she said. “I may need to bring some ear plugs home from my office so I can stick them in my ears when the occasion warrants.”
“You know what happens when you drop your corn on the cob and yell at it?”
“I don’t think I can handle any more jokes!”
