Avery groans and asks, "Are you sure?"
Evan nods, but his expression is grim. Avery squeezes his hand back and traces soothing circles with her thumb. She knows that things are still tense between the Howel's and Olivers, and it'll be difficult for Evan to put aside his pride and ask Jackson for a favor.
Even if Evan did it, there's no guarantee Jackson would say yes, she thinks. I don't know much about him, but he seems like a dishonest, selfish man. How can we ever convince him to help?
"Do you know what we'll have to do?" Evan asks.
She looks up at his rigid face and suddenly understands.
"Gabrielle," they say in unison.
"It's our only chance," Evan adds.
"It's true," Avery says. "She's the only person I know who might have some sort of influence over him."
"Come on," Evan says, tugging gently on her arm. "Let's go home. We can make a plan from there."
