Page 27 of Unspoken Confessions
“I think I did something to make Jameson mad,” I said softly.
“What?” he asked sounding utterly confused.
“I’m pretty sure he’s been avoiding me since last night.”
Clearly, it was bugging me and I couldn’t let it go.
“Oh, honey, it’s not you,” he told me as he lifted his head to look at me. “He’s stuck and unhappy and lonely too.”
And with that, he patted my leg, stood, and walked out of the room.
Well, what the fuck was that supposed to mean?
It wasn’t hard to see that Jameson was unhappy. That, for whatever reason, he liked to keep himself at a distance. You definitely couldn’t call the man open or warm. But stuck? How so? What was he stuck in? I didn’t get this feeling like he disliked his job, at least not in whatever his normal circumstances happened to be. I was sure most of his grumpiness had come because of me. I still wasn’t clear on why though, since I got the feeling that the club and what happened there wasn’t a secret for him. And it wasn’t like I could ask him because I knew he wouldn’ttellme.
Also, I wasn’t sure why Jen thought he could be lonely? The man purposely kept people at arm’s length. So if he was really that lonely, why would he continue to do that? Just about everything Jen had left me thinking about made no sense.
However, if I really took a step back, I could see it.
Like me, his loneliness wasn’t something he knew how to change. Or he didn’t see a way that he could at this point and time. Even if we had that in common, I was sure our reasons were way different.
I let out a frustrated growl as my head flopped back again. I stared angrily up at the ceiling.
What I needed was to stop thinking about Jameson.
And what was I doing? Trying really hard to figure the man out.
Which I was pretty sure was impossible.
