Jameson Miles just blew my f*****g mind.
I roll over and put my hand out, and I frown. Jameson isn’t in bed beside me. I glance over at the clock: 3:33 a.m. Where is he?
I get out of bed and walk down the hall in search of my man. The kitchen light is on.
Hmm, but no Jay.
I walk down to the other end of the apartment and see the light coming from his office, and I tiptoe up the hall.
Jameson is sitting at his desk; his thumbnail rubs back and forth over his bottom lip as he stares at the computer screen as it lights up the room.
I stand silently at the door as I watch him. He’s frowning, deep in concentration.
What’s waking him up in the middle of the night? What’s he worried about?
For five minutes, I watch him in silence. I can feel the worry oozing out of him. Finally, I can tak
