Jameson's POV

The moment we stepped into the suite, I went straight to the vanity table, pulling off my wristwatch. It had been a long day and the dull ache behind my eyes wasn’t helping.

“J.” I heard Aria call my name softly, her tone unusually gentle but I didn’t turn immediately.

When I finally did, she was looking at me with a strange mix of curiosity and concern.

Her lips pressed together like she was contemplating something or maybe trying to look cute. She took a step ...