Dean blanked from his mind what he was about to do, concentrating on the task at hand.
She tried to focus on the job at hand.
At any rate, he might not find the task at hand as unpleasant as she anticipated it would be.
The afternoon was a blur as Dean's mind alternated between the task at hand and the sobering fact that he might be within miles, or perhaps yards, of Cynthia Byrne's missing husband.
She glanced at his muscular frame, trying to keep her mind on the business at hand - supper, wasn't it?