Jake's POV

"Son, I don't know if you understand what you're implying here," Jake's father, August, drawled.

"That's the problem, Dad. I have no idea what's going on at all." Jake ran a frustrated hand through his hair.

"Help me understand what you're feeling." August sat in a leather office chair, fingers knit together in front of himself.

August had been interrogating Jake since Jake had come home from work earlier that evening. Jake was exhausted.

"When I see ...