Andrew considered the question.
“Honestly? That behavior isn’t helping your case. But even if you wore a winter coat to breakfast every morning, we’d still need to discuss your next steps.”
I covered my mouth.
Kayla stared at him.
“A winter coat?”
“Possibly a scarf,” he added. “I’m flexible.”
“Andrew!”
He lifted his mug.
“Sorry. That was my last fashion observation of the morning.”
I couldn’t stop laughing now.
Even Kayla’s mouth twitched, although she quickly forced it back into a frown.
Then she looked at me again.
“And you’re seriously okay with all this?”
I took a breath.
“I’m okay with helping you. I’m okay with you staying while you search for work. I’m okay with you needing time to recover from Eric. I’m not okay with being treated as though my boundaries are a challenge you have to overcome.”
Something in her face changed.
Not enough to make her apologize.
