“Would you all mind giving us a minute?” Jameson asked politely. He didn’t wait for a response as he guided Avery away to one of the low couches on the far side of the lobby. Jameson sat and patted the seat beside him, and Avery joined him.
“Want to tell me what’s going on?”
“I’m sorry about this morning,” Avery blurted. He flushed and then took a breath and willed his embarrassment away. “I am. I was being rude and weird, and you didn’t deserve that.”
Jameson’s smile gentled. “I’m sure you were freaking out. I was going to give you a little time before I made you talk.”
Avery gave a relieved little laugh. He couldn’t believe Jameson was so understanding. No, that wasn’t right. He knew Jameson would get it. He’d shown that before.
“Still, it wasn’t fair.” Avery kept his voice low, and Jameson leaned in a little. He caught a whiff of Jameson’s scent, and that settled his nerves even more.