“That’s not what I’m concerned about. I’m fairly positive he”—how to say this delicately without frightening her— “he intends this to go beyond flirting with you.” Her brow pinched, and I immediately wanted to make that look go away. “Has he said something to you?” “No.” I tapped my index finger on the table. “He wouldn’t dare say a word to me.” Unless coerced. Which I would when I had the chance.
