If Cash was drinking something, he might have choked — instead, his face colored a faint pink. Of course Ford couldn't mean it like that — and obviously he didn't. He was asking if Gallivan was Cash's boss. Cash hated thinking about it that way only a little less than he hated the allusion he'd thought Ford was going for, and shifted in his chair.

"He's sort of my boss," Cash admitted, with a smile that borderlined wry.

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