After lunch, he’d locked himself in his office and refused to take any calls as he struggled with what to do about Mason. Avery knew he had to figure it out before he went home. As soon as Mason looked at Avery with those tractor beam eyes or touched him, he’d believe anything Mason wanted. Not that Mason had ever really lied. He meant every word he said, it was just obvious that the paranoia and jealousy were beyond his control. Avery knew that Mason was getting worse. The longer they were together and the more committed they became, the worse Mason was getting. Avery didn’t enjoy Mason’s behavior or fighting about it but it was the merging of that irrational Mason with Avery’s professional life that had done it. Avery had been terrified as he watched Mason cross the dining room, his eyes full of pain and fury. Avery’s mind seized, caught between heading off an emotional confrontation with Mason that could do real damage to their relationship or stay in his professional, legal persona and fake aloof indifference.
