The next morning Avery made sure to get to the office early. He waited in the lecture hall so he could catch Jameson before the day started. Slowly the trainees trickled in. Anxious and a little nervous, Avery jumped every time the door opened. He breathed deeply and did everything he knew to calm down. He was well practiced in the art of mediation, but it only helped a little.
The door opened again, and several people walked in, Jameson among them. Good lord, he was tall. And fit. And his profile was stunning. Avery shook his head. Where had that thought come from?
“Jameson?”
Jameson whipped around, and his face broke out in a wide grin. He jogged over to Avery and stopped just in front of Avery, a little closer than was strictly appropriate for normal social rules, but Avery didn’t mi
