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“He’d get rid of you?”

“Exactly,” she said.

“Did he?”

“No, he didn’t. He gave me another chance.”

“How magnanimous of him,” he murmured.

“He’s the boss,” she countered. “He might be an officious twit, but he’s my boss.”

That brought a rough chuckle. “Officious twit? I’ve met the type,” he said.

“Then you know what I’m up against.”

“Yes, I do. And I’m glad that you still have a job.

But does that job mean you do janitorial work over here?”

She tucked her hair behind her ears. “No, this is another job.”

“Two of them?” he asked with a lifted eyebrow. “At the moment,” she said. “Do you have plans for more?”

“You never know,” she sighed, and wondered why she was saying anything to him beyond the apology. “I should be getting back. I just wanted to apologize for the way I acted last week.”

“Apology accepted,” he murmured.

“Do you work here?”

“Excuse me?” he said.

“You’re here. I assumed that you work here, too?”

“You said you work here, didn’t you?” he asked, answering her question with a question.

“I just started at the day-care center.”

“That’s a coincidence,” he said.

“You work at the day-care center?” she asked, finding it hard to envision him around the gang of kids she’d just left inside.

“Me? No,” he said, as if she’d asked him to jump out of an airplane without a parachute.

She actually found herself laughing. “You look horrified. Kids scare you?”

“Scare me? No. But I can’t say that I have any affinity for them.”

“You don’t have any children, I take it?”

“No,” he said, in exactly the same tone he’d assured her that he didn’t work at the center.

“They do scare you, don’t they?” she asked.

“No, but I don’t have—”

“Any affinity for them?” she supplied.

He chuckled again. “You’ve got it.”

“Okay, if you don’t work at the center, what do you do?”

“Work. Long hours.”

“Here?” she asked.

“At the moment,” he said.

She had the feeling that getting answers would be a time-consuming task. “Janitor?”

“What?”

“Are you a janitor? You knew where the trash receptacle was.”

“I looked up and it was there,” he said.

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