“Nor do I.”
Gavin’s voice startled them both. Matthew sat forward in his seat. “You’re up early.”
“I heard voices,” Gavin said from the hallway. “Can you get the light? Pull the drapes?”
“I…” Matthew looked at Henry, who looked back at him for a long pause before finally nodding. “Are you sure?” When he received a second nod, Matthew got up to dim the lights and draw the curtains closed. Mid-afternoon sun disappeared into gloomy shade.
“Mr. Connor, senior version,” Gavin said, extending his hand as he walked into the kitchen. He looked tired and drawn.
Matthew frowned. Was he hungry? Had he not slept well? Had it been their disagreement? Because God in heaven knew that if Gavin was being jealous again…if he was up and snooping because another one of the Connors were in the house…
“You know me,” Henry replied. It was a statement, not a question, but he didn’t hesitate to take the offered hand and give Gavin a firm handshake.