Chapter 58
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Jesse said, before leaving the room. He didn’t like to walk away from Gideon when they were arguing—it made it too easy for Gideon to retreat into his own head. Things didn’t blow over then; they just smoldered. But he couldn’t stand to stay in that room, and he didn’t want Gideon to see the naked fear on his face.
Because if he stripped away the thin veneer of anger, that was all that was left.
He thought about going up into the office, but he knew he couldn’t take the stairs. So he went to the kitchen, pulling a beer out of the fridge for his suddenly parched throat.
Gideon didn’t emerge from the bedroom. Frankly, Jesse wasn’t surprised.