The next morning, Chris awoke to the bathroom door slamming firmly shut.
He sat up and ran a hand over his face. After Elizabeth had drifted off last night, he’d just sat and watched her sleep while thousands of thoughts flooded his mind from her revelations.
With the morning light, he was still trying to make sense of everything. She obviously had a lot of baggage from her past to deal with, and for some reason he felt a compulsion to comfort and protect her. He didn’t want to be the one to protect her. That sounded too much like something a boyfriend would do, and that wasn’t what he wanted. She might not be like Carol, but he just couldn’t go there with her. She was his employee. It bothered him that that was barely even a consideration. What was this woman doing to him?
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