“I am worried.” He glances over my shoulder at my Toyota. “Look, I don’t want to talk about this in the parking lot. Why don’t we go get a drink together and we can, you know, talk about this more?” Oh. I get it now. “No, thanks.” I adjust the strap of my handbag on my shoulder. “I have to get home. The babysitter is waiting.” “Another night then?” The concern on his face has vanished, and now he has a hopeful expression. So this is his game. He’s torturing Shane to impress me and get a date. It’s despicable, but I don’t want to outright humiliate him. I do have to work with him, and I’m also
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