I freeze. The world freezes. Heck, the down below has probably frozen over with Dawson’s question.
“Tomorrow night?” squeaks out of my mouth. Is he asking me out? Right now? During work hours? Standing here in this conference room? This is why he wanted to talk to me in private?
I glance toward the windows and see Jillian standing at my desk, clearly watc…
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