“Come and get it.”
Garrett almost knocked everything off the workbench when Dan’s cheerful yell sounded through the back door. Mandy had been dozing to one side. She leaped to her feet and her flying tail barely missed sending the freshly painted front fender onto the dusty floor.
She beat Garrett to the kitchen door.
He took a quick trip to the sink in the utility room to wash up and then followed his nose into the kitchen. Two places were set at the small table, as prettily set as he could ever remember his mother doing for special meals. Dan had found the good china, the stemmed glasses, and the matching set of tableware. Garrett skidded to a halt.
“Holy mackerel! Look at this. What’s the occasion? Is it somebody’s birthday or something?”
Dan actually blushed, a ruddy stain colorin
