It was official. Jameson had become a stalker.
He was acutely aware of when Avery left to go home, but he knew Avery would be coming back periodically throughout the training session. Every morning Jameson scanned the day’s agenda to see if a lecture by Avery was on it. Every meal in the cafeteria, Jameson gazed repeatedly around the room to see if Avery was there.
He knew he should rein it in and let it go, but he couldn’t help it. And it went beyond Avery’s dark good looks and lithe body. Jameson wanted to talk with him, just to hear him speak. He was beautiful, but Jameson wanted to know what made Avery tick. And he still felt like he hadn’t made up for his rude behavior that first day.
It had only been two weeks since Avery left, but the lack of contact was making Jameson twitchy. I
