Jack's POV
"Is there a problem?" Taylor asked as he drove me home, glancing at me through the mirror.
"Why should there be a problem?"
Why was he asking a ridiculous question anyway?
He snorted like my question was ridiculous. "You are making it obvious that you have a problem. I don't think I have ever seen you not work while in the car so yeah, there is a problem and I want to know what it is."
I glanced down at my hands and realized that he was right. I didn't have my iPad in my hands. I didn't even take it out from the bag.
What was I thinking? I had a lot of work to do but wasn't using this time to catch up on them. Yeah, there was indeed a problem.
"What is the problem?" he asked again.
"There isn't a problem." I lied.
