He wanted to take care of her, not hurt her. He'd never wanted to take care of anyone before, not even a pet goldfish. Yet here he was, concerned with the fragile heart of a woman he'd only known for a few days."So, where were we?"She shook her head, staring off in the direction of the doors Tali had just walked through. "I have no idea. My mind is suddenly blank.""I think," he said, reaching across the table to take her hand in his again, "you were about to tell me how you feel. Are you having as much trouble as I am pushing these feelings aside? Because if you are, I think we can find a way to make this work. And if you aren't, then I'll find a way to get over you."She stared at his hands on hers for what felt like eternity before finally meeting his gaze. "I wish I could say I didn't feel anything for you, because that would make my life a lot less complicated, but I can't. I do feel something. I'm just not sure what yet.""Then I'll give you more time to decide. I know what I want, but I can wait—a little longer at least."If she decided she wanted to give things a try with him, date him, then she couldn't work at the bookstore anymore.
