Chapter 57

Avery took his hand and went for the stairs. Neither said anything as they descended, and Avery pushed open the bar when they got to the bottom. He all but dragged Jameson around the side of the building to where a small patio of picnic tables and a few chairs were set out when the weather was nice.

Avery motioned to one of the chairs, and Jameson sat, his expression curious. Avery sat beside him, took a deep breath, and dove in.

“I’ve been asked to go to Pensacola.”22

Jameson knew, just by seeing Avery’s face, something was wrong. So when Avery asked him to go outside and talk, he didn’t even hesitate. Whatever was making Avery look like that had to be bad, and Jameson would fix it if humanly possible—until Avery opened his mouth and Jameson’s heart broke.