Bert walked over with a smile.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were going to wash your hair, so I didn't have the dryer ready."
He kept apologizing in that calm, gentlemanly manner of his. Catherine, irritated, snatched the hair dryer from him and rushed into the bathroom to dry her hair. But flustered and annoyed, she fumbled with the plug, failing to get it into the socket several times in a row.
Someone reached out from behind and gently took hold of the hand she was using to plug it in, helping her guide it smoothly into place.
The hair dryer was taken from her hand as well. He clearly meant to dry her hair for her.
Catherine hurriedly stepped back in resistance.
"I can do it myself—"
