Taylor leans over and says, intentionally too soft for Jack to overhear from the next room, “you’re okay with this, right? Being here?”
“For sure,” Connor says, aiming for casual, because. Taylor’s clearly interpreting his awkwardness as annoyance or dislike. He doesn’t know any better. He doesn’t know that Connor sees a lot of Jack. Never at this house, but at his old place, once or twice. At Connor’s. On the road.