Chapter 18
Avery wasn’t surprised he was nervous. What did surprise him was he was only a little nervous. He expected to be overcome now he was shirtless and sitting in the chair. But he wasn’t. Jameson was there, and Michael would be killing him. He was as comfortable as he could be.
Only one thing would have made it better, but even thinking about Luke in that context didn’t make things worse.
Jameson had laid out all the supplies on the counter, checked Avery’s med kit, and then sat in the chair beside him. Avery immediately reached out and smiled when Jameson took his hand. For a long minute, they sat, just breathing, staring, and shoring each other up.
“You ready to do this?”
“Yes.” Avery’s grin grew when he realized just how ready he was. The thought of going into the spirit pla
