“You really like him, don’t you?” she pressed. “You miss him, you think about him all the time. You get all jittery at the thought of him, and we can all see the stupid look you get on your face.” “It’s not stupid.” She imitated a person who’d smoked too much weed. “You get that dreamy look in your eyes and a dopey smile.” Gideon smiled and then he laughed. “Okay, okay. I do really like him. Which is the stupid part. Because there’s no way he can feel the same. And we still have the whole boss-slash-employee issue.”
