“Sure,” he nodded. “Why not?”
“Because, if you are, I’m going to find another place.”
“You––what?” he gasped.
“I’m going to find another place.”
The sandwich was halfway to his lips. He put it down again.
“What have I done?” he demanded.
She was avoiding his eyes.
“Oh, it isn’t you,” she answered. “But if the office ever found out––”
“Well,” he insisted.