Was I wrong to run her a bath? Part of me feels like I’m crossing a boundary. An intimate boundary. Normal people don’t invite their bosses into their homes for a soak. Then again, my relationship with Mollie is anything but normal. How can I be normal around the girl I love to hate? Thing is, I don’t hate her anymore. I…don’t know how I feel, but I do know I’m not about to leave this girl crying alone in a bathtub.
