“You could order some books, those shelves look a little lonely.” Half Jack’s mouth tilted up, a charming enough smile. “Dad and I work together—family business, learning the ropes, that kind of thing. He’s asking if I’m ready to come back yet, and I’m saying no.”
It was reflexive to stiffen slightly and look at Trevor, gauging the emotional weather. But the expected, normal spike of fear never materialized. Zoe had only felt dim, dozing alarm for weeks now, and each time it faded swiftly.
Which was…odd.
“And all’s well.” Trevor lifted his rum, a lazy salute. “I was merely stating a preference, if you and Zoe wanted to go into the city.”
if“Just interview Greg on the way in, and have brunch after?” Jack’s smile broadened as he ambled for a second couch set at an angle from their father
