He could have gone to sit with Sam, Jeremy, and Walker. They would have made room for him, but they would have talked to him, and Seth wasn’t interested in anything that required him to interact with anyone else. His brain was a field of broken glass, just waiting to shred him if he let his thoughts wander. Sitting where he was, he could hear snatches of conversation from the other jackaroos, but none of them knew him well enough to draw him in, and Seth didn’t make an effort to insert himself. He’d only counted a handful he’d want to know on a good day. Today didn’t qualify. “Did you hear what Taylor ordered today?” one of the jackaroos asked. “No, but I’m sure I won’t like it,” another replied. “I swear, we work twice as hard now as we did when his brother was in charge, and we aren’t getting paid more. It’s bloody unfair.” If they’d worked a little harder, maybe the station wouldn’t be in the shape it was in, Seth thought, but he didn’t share his opinion.
