Hanna didn't know how to respond to that, and it showed on her face — her eyebrows drew together as she looked at him. She wavered on her feet, because she was worried that if she spoke using her traitorous mouth, she would just end up spinning herself faster towards that inevitably rejection. "I don't know how we define fair, here," she allowed, taking a half-step closer to him to close some of the gap.

They were casual. Hudson had made it abundantly clear that they were casual. Didn't that mean that, technically speaking, he didn't owe her anything? Didn't he not want to owe her anything?