Epilogue
Jameson looked down at Avery and gave him a lascivious leer just to make the man roll his eyes and laugh. Jameson wasn’t disappointed, and he chuckled, too, as he took his seat beside Avery.
“I’m nervous,” Avery admitted.
Jameson just smiled. “No reason to be. We’ve done this before. It’s only been a few weeks, right?”
Avery nodded. “Right.”
“And I’m here. I’ll take care of you. Whatever happens, we’ll work through it, right?”
“Right,” Avery agreed again.
“And,” Jameson dropped his voice an octave, “you look totally hot without your shirt on and when we get home, I’ll do something about that, right?”
“Ri…wait a minute.” Avery squinted at him.
Jameson chuckled and took the tablet from Avery’s unresisting fingers. He set it on the small table in the corner of their office.
