Sean’s hand rested on my shoulder. “If you catch a cold, you can’t work. That just means I’ll have even more work.”

“I can go back and put on another layer.”

We were close enough that I could catch the faint scent of his aftershave.

My body moved before my brain did, edging back. Sean drew his hand in slightly. “Zaina, my time isn’t meant to be wasted on insignificant things like this.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Walker. I ...