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When she went to move away from Jack, though, he grabbed hold of her hips and pressed his lips to the back of her neck. “Behave, baby.”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“I mean that you’re not to keep things from us or lie to us. Just keep that in mind.” He moved away, and it took her a moment to get her body and brain in sync.
Damn it. They had fried her brain. It was mush inside her head. As she sat at the table, Ian handed her some glue before sitting next to her. Jack brought over a cup of tea for her. And a small plate with biscuits on it.
“Oh, there’s a reason you’re my favorite.”
“Hey!” Ian protested.
Oops. Had she hurt the big guy’s feelings?
“When you bring me chocolate chip biscuits and tea, you can be my favorite,” she said as she took a giant bite of one.
Jack sat on her other side. Shitballs.
Didn’t they have anything better to do? Something that meant they weren’t sitting here distracting her?
Grabbing her boot, she turned it over and started gluing the piece back on.
“These boots look a bit past it, Little Misfit,” Ian told her.
“They’re fine. They were a bargain. I found them in a thrift store. Can you believe it? They’re only one size too big for me.”
She was aware that the both of them had fallen silent. She gave them a curious stare.
“Oh, lizardbutts,” she muttered.
“What’s wrong?” Ian asked.
“I forgot to get some paper to put it on to dry. Don’t want to get glue on the table.”
“I’ll get it,” Jack told her, lightly squeezing the back of her neck as he stood.
Lord. She needed him to stop doing that. It was like it was a trigger point.
Touch here and make her clit sit up and sing!
“Thanks,” she muttered as she took the piece of paper he offered and shoved it under the boot.
Why were they still here? And so close?
Urgh. Killing her.
She stood up, needing to get away, but as she took a step, her leg collapsed under her as a bolt of agony raced through her. She let out a scream of pain.
The floor rushed up to meet her. She would have hurt herself if Ian hadn’t moved so quickly, grabbing her before impact.
A sob escaped her before she could subdue it.
She breathed in shallowly, trying to manage the pain.
“What the fuck?!” Ian yelled. “What happened?”
“I don’t know. Where does it hurt, baby?” Jack asked as Ian drew her up into his arms.
“My . . . it’s my . . . hip.”
