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“Like it could, idiot. Jesus. Since when did we have conversations like this?”

“I don’t know. But it’s giving me indigestion.” Ian rubbed his stomach.

Jack grinned. “Good. You deserve it.”

Asshole.

“I wasn’t sure if you’d be angry at me for kissing her when you asked her out.”

“She’s ours, isn’t she?”

Ian let out a relieved breath. “She’s ours. You think she’ll be open to us sharing her?”

“Why wouldn’t she be?” Jack asked, looking bewildered. “Why settle for one when you can have two?”

It wasn’t that simple and Jack knew it. But for the first time in a long time, Ian felt hopeful.

“Just two.” It wasn’t a question so much as a statement.

“You know she’s not Jameson’s type,” Jack said. “Even though he looks like he wants to eat her . . . we both know he’ll starve himself first. Stubborn fucker.”

“He’d be an idiot not to want her,” Ian said. “She’s everything. Beautiful, smart, submissive.”

“And ours,” Jack added.

And theirs.

With or without Jameson.

Damn,this was awkward.

Just one unconscious man, a nervous Little, and a sexy doctor. That could be the start of a really bad joke.

She snorted.

“Something funny?” Jameson asked, setting down his phone.

“Oh no, just, um . . . this is a bit, um . . .”

“Weird? Awkward?” he asked dryly.

“No,” she said quickly. The lie died on her lips as he raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, kinda.”

“Do you want me to call Ian and Jack back?”

“No! Like you said, they need their sleep.”

“So do you, sweetheart,” he murmured. “I’m worried about you.”

Those words melted her insides.

“You are?” she asked.

He tilted his head to the side. “That surprises you?”

“I guess I’m not used to people worrying about me.”

He gave her a surprised look.

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