CHAPTER EIGHT
Left alone in the conference room together, Avery and Dylan sat across from each other for a few moments in absolute silence. Neither one of them moved. His head was low. A grimace lined his face and he seemed to be mulling something over. For the first time, Avery felt some sympathy for him.
“I know what it’s like—” she began.
Dylan stood up so fast and stiffly that his chair slid back and hit the wall.
“Don’t think this changes anything,” he said. “You and I are nothing alike.”
Although his menacing body language emanated anger and distance, his eyes said something different. Avery was sure he was on the verge of a breakdown. Something the captain had said affected him, just like it had affected her. They were both damaged, lonely. Alone.
“Look,” she offered, “I just
