Avery wasn’t surprised when the cheesecake hit the table a second before Jameson sat down. He smiled his thanks and pulled the plate closer. When he abandoned his salad in favor of the delicious dessert, he made sure Jameson saw how much he enjoyed it.
“How’s your day been?” Jameson asked.
Avery swallowed his bite. “Good. I worked on my lecture for tomorrow and bothered Michael for a while.”
Jameson laughed. “I’ve only met that guy in passing, when he’s come up to see Sam, but he’s intimidating as hell.”
Avery chuckled, too. “Not really. He might be a big guy who has a thing for glowering, but he’s really a softie. I mean, he’s a Guardian, right? He cares about everyone.”
“He might be a Guardian, but he’s nothing like Director Johnson.” Jameson pulled apart his sandwich and then picke
