Avery’s POV
The atmosphere in the apartment of Jameson was sultry. Even if he was trying his best to hide the details from me, the notion that things were not just getting to be worse was very much apparent. Like he had checked his phone and clenched his jaw, the movements with his barely hidden frustration-the whole thing indicated that he knew more than he let me know.
I didn't want to press him. He was doing me a lot already, but then the element of doubt gnawed me.
"Jameson," I said, breaking the silence as he paced near the window, his eyes going from the phone to the street.
He halted and faced me, his expression slightly softening. "Yeah?"
"What's going on? I know you're trying to protect me, but I have to know the truth."
He bit his lip and then ran a hand through his hair.
