And don’t worry, I’m not going to ask you out.” Voice small, she asks, “You’re not?” I swallow a bite of burger and wipe my mouth with a napkin. “No. I won’t put you in that position. You work for me, and for now, you live with me. I don’t want you to think that you owe me a shot because of that.” “What if…” She drops her attention to her untouched burger. “What if I wanted you to?”
