The way Jack looked at me and Rafe in that moment, it was like he just caught us doing a lot more than standing around awkwardly close. His eyes narrowed, studying our flushed faces and flustered body language like a detective searching for clues to a crime.
"Is there something I should know about going on here?" Jack's tone was carefully neutral, but I could hear the subtle undercurrent of suspicion laced through his question.
"N-Nothing at all, honey," I stammered, feeling my cheeks burn even hotter under his scrutinizing gaze. "Rafe and I were just...chatting."
"About what, exactly?" Jack pressed, eyeing both of us with heightened skepticism. "Because from where I'm standing, you two looked pretty flushed and uncomfortable for innocent 'chatting.'"
Rafe simply gave Jack a stoic loo
