“Draw the privacy curtain,” Henry demands in a gruff voice. Could he make it any more obvious? Heat crawls up my neck as I catch Jack’s sly smile. “Yes, sir.” He taps his ring finger and mouths “Congratulations” before shutting us out with the thick gray curtain. I let out a yelp as Henry stands and spins us around, releasing me into the seat he just vacated. He drops to his knees. “What are you doing?” “You need to ask that?”
