But then the rest of Avery’s words penetrated his brain, and his thoughts ground to a halt
“What do you mean?”
“I need…” Avery blew out an explosive breath. “You took care of me yesterday in exactly the way I needed. It was perfect, but it brought up some things I thought were buried and gone. My head is a mess.”
“I could help you,” Jameson said, and he didn’t even care there was a note of pleading in his voice.
He heard the smile when Avery spoke again. “You can’t. But I love that you think so. I need to deal with this on my own.”
The heartbreak in Avery’s voice nearly did him in. He breathed quietly as he tried to find the right words to make Avery understand. But he didn’t have any, and that was the hardest thing to admit.
“I wish you’d let me. I care about you and…” Jameson didn’t say anything more, because if he did, he knew it would be a step too far.
Avery cleared his throat. “I heard about how concerned you were, so I wanted to talk to you to let you know I’m okay.”