Chapter 31

Jameson returned with a small plate of peanut-butter-covered crackers, a box of saltines, and a jar of peanut butter tucked under his arm. He handed the plate over and set the rest of his wares on the table.

“You start on that, and I’ll get you more tea. Then I’ll make you some more crackers.”

Now that, Avery could handle. He was used to being cared for, and the part of him that made him a ghostwalker also craved it. Everything else, all those other thoughts, could wait.

Besides, just because he was suddenly attracted to Jameson didn’t mean he had to act on it

Was it sudden, though? Or was he just finally acknowledging his attraction? Had his mind and heart finally caught up with his body? Avery shook his head and picked up a cracker. He was still too raw, too emotional. He’d think about it later.

“Can you bring me my tablet on your way back?” Avery called. “We need to write our reports.”

“You got it.”