There"s a loaded question. “It"s this Nitrovex project. All of the chemistry terms, the flocculants and stuff.” She fluttered her fingers. “I think I got a C plus in chemistry in high school, if that.” She normally didn"t do the damsel in distress routine, but she was desperate for a breakthrough. She tried batting her eyelashes as helplessly as possible.
“Something in your eye?” he asked.
Eyelash bat fail. She rubbed her eye. “Just an eyelash. So, do you think you can help me out?”
He nodded, eyes studying her. For a second she thought he was going to say no, and her heart jumped.
“Sure,” he said finally. “I think I can give you a refresher on the basics.”
“That would be so helpful, thanks.”
“No problem. I"ve got to grade a few papers tonight, so I could meet you at the school. Ther
