In all likelihood, that was a stretch—but her gracious response was consistent with what he’d learned about this kind, generous woman.
“Dad, could I take ballet lessons?”
At Isabel’s query, he shifted gears. “I’ll be happy to check into that for you, honey. There may be a dance place in Bandon or Coos Bay.”
“Do you think they’re good?”
“I’m afraid you’re asking the wrong person. I don’t know anything about ballet. I expect any of them would be fine for a beginner, though.”
“But I want to find agoodplace.” She swiveled toward the expert. “Where did you take lessons when you lived here, Miss Devyn?”
“I went to a dance academy in Coos Bay in the beginning, before I moved on to more advanced classes in San Francisco. But I don’t think it’s there anymore. The most important thing is to pick a studio that teaches strong fundamentals for beginner students. I’m sure your dad will find a good one.”
Isabel gave him a skeptical side-eye. “He won’t know what questions to ask.”
“Hey.” He called up a grin. “I know how to do research.”
“Maybe Devyn could save you the trouble and recommend a place.” Gramp folded his arms and arched an eyebrow.
“Yes! That would be perfect.” Isabel brightened.
Aaron shot his grandfather a warning look as he spoke to Isabel. “We couldn’t ask her to do that, honey. She’s busy with the show and taking care of her sister. We’ll figure it out.”
“I’m always happy to help a budding ballerina.” Devyn smiled at Isabel, then redirected her attention to him. “Finding the right place does make a difference. Lauren is needing me less and less, and the show doesn’t take up too much of my time. I’d be happy to see what’s out there and offer a recommendation. Consider it repayment for the tire change.”
“That debt has been paid. You treated us to breakfast.”
“A quick breakfast doesn’t feel sufficient. Besides, if I ever need expert advice about wood, you can return the favor.” A distracting dimple dented her cheek.
He cleared his throat as he dragged his gaze away from it. “I doubt that will ever happen.”
“You never can tell. Seriously, I do know ballet. A few phone calls is all it will take to get a feel for what’s out there.”
“Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth, Aaron.” Gramp patted him on the back. “And never turn down expert advice.”
“Please, Dad.” Isabel’s tone was entreating.
At three against one, this was a losing battle. Fighting the tide would be fruitless.
“All right. Thank you.”
“It will be my pleasure.” Devyn encompassed all of them in her next comment. “Thank you for being such an appreciative audience tonight.”
“You dance beautiful, Miss Devyn.” Isabel still wore an enraptured expression.
He could relate.
Gramp shifted toward him. “Maybe some of her techniquewill rub off on you through osmosis for that wedding shindig you have to attend. I know how much you’re looking forward to demonstrating your dancing skills.” He snickered.
Heat crept up his neck. “I might not have to dance. I’m just an usher.”
“You told me everyone in the wedding party is supposed to dance after the bride and groom take their spin. Ushers are part of the wedding party. And you’ve only got eleven days left to get your feet in gear.”
“Why don’t you ask Miss Devyn to teach you a few steps, Dad?”
At Isabel’s suggestion, the heat crept higher. “Miss Devyn is a ballerina. That’s not the kind of dancing they do at weddings.”
“What kind do they do?” Isabel cocked her head.
