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“She does.” Ian nodded. “But I think she likes that you got it for her more. There a reason you wanted to meet with us?”
“Uh, yeah. I kind of wanted to speak to you and Jack alone, though.”
Ian eyed him like he knew what Jameson was going to say. Then Maggie let out a squeal and they turned to see her pumping her arms in the air.
“I won! I won!”
Jameson grinned. He turned as he felt Ian eyeing him. “What?”
“Nothing. You just seem . . . relaxed. Happy. I haven’t seen you like this in ages.”
“It’s a good thing, right?” Jameson asked.
“Yeah, brother. It is.” Ian walked over to Maggie. “You won?”
“Wait a minute.” She folded her arms over her chest, turning to Jack. “How did I win? This was a shooting simulation and you were in the armed forces! You’re my bodyguard.”
Jameson shook his head. Jack let her win? Didn’t he know that was the worst thing he could do? He shouldn’t let her win. That wasn’t the way to help her build up confidence in herself.
“Uh, well . . .” Jack trailed off, looking uncharacteristically unsure.
With her arms crossed over her chest, she started tapping her foot. “Jack Ashby, you don’t let me win. I want to win on my own.”
“Sorry, baby. Forgive me?” He bent down and grabbed her hand, looking very much like he was proposing.
Then she giggled and Jack jumped to his feet with a grin, kissing the back of her hand.
“Come on, I’ll win you one of those massive toys.” He pointed up high where the larger toys were displayed.
“Bigger isn’t always better,” she countered.
“Shh,” Jack said. “That’s what we tell Jameson, but it isn’t true.”
“Jack,” Jameson said in a warning voice.
Jack stared back at him with a grin. “Bigger can be better, baby. But not if you don’t know what to do with it. Nothing can account forskills.”
Dear Lord.
“Jack!” Maggie cried. Then she grinned. “You are so bad. Come on, let’s go play something else.”
Jameson followed them around, feeling like a fourth wheel as the three of them tried to win tickets. Ian and Jack accumulated quite a lot. Maggie not so much.
Although she laughed a lot.
Fifteen minutes later, they ended up at the ten-pin bowling. “Come on, Princess Pretty. Let’s go bowling!” Maggie cried.
A few people turned to look at them and Jameson found himself stiffening. Were they going to send her nasty looks? He didn’t want anyone to make her feel bad because she was carrying around an ugly toy and acting so carefree.
But everyone just smiled. Bloody hell. He knew people were more accepting of Littles here. He had to relax.
Maggie was so out there. She was the opposite of what he thought she wanted.
She hoarded secrets like a squirrel hoarded nuts.
Her life seemed like it was in a bit of a state. Her uncle had given her this job. And before that, she’d been without focus. She was kind of lost.
She was beautiful chaos. And he should steer clear. Yet, just like Ian and Jack, she was pulling him in.
