Jonah POV
July 11
Avery stood in the kitchen with her hands on her hips, glaring at me over the island. The tension that we’d been dancing around for weeks had finally come to a head and cabin fever was the stick of dynamite that blew it all to hell. Her eyes darkened and flashed.
“I am going to yoga class, Jonah! I have been cooped up in this house for too long. I need to get out and do something normal. I need some part of my life back. I can’t do this anymore!”
“It’s not safe for you to go out alone!” I shouted back, slapping the frying pan I’d just pulled from the cabinet down on the countertop. “And I am not going to sit in Olivia’s sweatbox for an hour waiting for you.”
“No one asked you to come!”
“Then call the team and ask them to take you.” I wasn’t an unreasonable person
