“I’d rather just eat in my room,” I say. He looks like he’s going to protest, but then he thinks better of it. “Sorry,” he says. “We’ve never had live-in help before, so I’m not sure about the etiquette.” “Me either,” I admit. “But I don’t think Nina would like it if she saw me eating with you.” I hold my breath, wondering if I’ve overstepped by stating the obvious. But Andrew just nods. “You’re probably right.” “Anyway.” I lift my chin to look at his eyes. “Thank you for the tutorial on the chicken nuggets.” He grins at me. “Any time.”
