Four hours later, we’d finished the basics. Emmett was sanding the edges of the benches, I was putting the finishing touches on the fireplace, and Quinn was starting to flag. He’d worked hard, and gotten up early, so I wasn’t surprised. I knew I should take him home, but I was reluctant to leave Emmett. I was just about to give myself a stern talking to about putting my kid first, when Jay jogged over.
“Hey, boss? We’re done with the background, and I see you’ve got everything else basically finished. If it’s okay with you, I’m gonna take off.” He glanced at Emmett, then back at me. I couldn’t quite read his expression. “If you want me to drop Quinn off at your mom’s, I’d be happy to.”
Oh. He’d totally caught the vibes I’d been throwing Emmett’s way. Which should have made me feel embarr
