“I understand.” James said through gritted teeth. He clenched his fist, then took a deep breath and forced himself to loosen up. “But I hope you reconsider.”
He’d apologized once, and he knew that doing so again wouldn’t change her mind. So, instead of groveling, he went to the kitchen and started preparing the breakfast he’d planned on making while she showered and got dressed in her clothes from the day before. He knew full well that Avery loved to eat; maybe he could talk her back around over a good, hot breakfast.
A short while later, James paused to give Avery a winning smile as she came down the stairs from his loft, fully clothed, her towel dried hair still damp from the shower. She eyed him suspiciously as he set two plates onto the small dining table, taking in his hopeful expre
