“I finally believe you, Jameson.” “Believe what?” “That you’re a coward.” He clenches his jaw. “That you’re too scared to love me.” Our eyes are locked, and an undercurrent of anger runs between us. “And I deserve someone who knows that I’m worth the risk.” He clenches his jaw as he watches me. “You’re just not brave enough to love me.” “That’s not fair,” he whispers. “No.” I shake my head softly. “Falling in love with you is what isn’t fair. I never stood a chance . . . you knew that all along. You keep your heart in a tightly sealed Miles-High icebox, only to be looked at.”
