Finley's POV
I'm holding Jameson's hand very comfortably, I might add, as I lead him out of his room and down to the kitchen. My smile turns to a frown almost instantly at the sight before me. It's his Ex-Wife who's here for who knows what reason.. but I don't have a good feeling about it.
She is staring at me then to our hands that are untertwined.. She sends a defensive glare that honestly shoots a chill down my spine. I hate being looked at like a pinpointed target.
"So I thought you said you weren't here for him.. and yet here you are, with him." She asks me spitefully as Jameson and I descend the stairs together, still hand in hand luckily. His hold is the only thing giving me the confidence to keep heading down towards her.
"I wasn't here for Jameson before.. but now I'm here f
