Herman Hawthorne's expression held a hint of surprise, but then he couldn't help but chuckle. "You're the first person I've met who dares to talk about him like that."
"Someone's got to be the first."
Herman Hawthorne slowly leaned closer to her and whispered, "So, was Quentin your first?"
The question was loaded, but Nora Ainsworth's mind immediately went to the gutter.
In fact, his insinuation was perfectly clear, and it was exactly what she'd been thinking.
'But saying no would just seem coy, and it wasn't like he really wanted to know the actual truth anyway.'
"You'll have to ask your buddy about that. I have to get back to training. I'll be going now, Boss." Setting down her coffee cup, she turned to leave.
"Your training these past three days has been good. Keep up the momentum."
Receiving his approval for the first time, Nora Ainsworth saw a glimmer of hope. "I will."
