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They all got up and played their first round of bowling. Jack had given them all nicknames to enter their scores.
Maggie’s nickname was Baby Girl. Ian’s was Grumpy Face. Jack’s was Sexy Guy. And Jameson’s was That Dick.
Bloody hell.
“Oh, drat!” Maggie said, watching as her ball went off into the gutter. She stomped her foot.
Which was adorable.
“Maybe Jameson can give you a few tips, Little girl,” Ian suggested.
“That’s all right. I’m sure I’ll get it.”
“Have you never been bowling before?” Jameson asked as he got up.
“Um. No. We couldn’t afford things like this when I was young.” She avoided his gaze.
Shit. Now he felt like an arse.
“Right, then you’re doing really well. But this is what you want to do.” He guided her through it, but when she let go of the ball, it went off on an angle into the gutter.
She sighed sadly. “It’s all right. Not everyone can be good at this.”
“Here, let me help you.” He moved in behind her, this time guiding her with his hands on her.
They stepped forward and he placed her feet where he wanted them, guiding her arm back.
As he touched her, he couldn’t deny the sense of rightness. Her scent was light. Strawberries and vanilla.
Delicious.
She moved how he’d shown her and the ball stayed pretty straight all the way down, veering off slightly at the end, but she hit four pins. An excited squeal escaped her as she clapped.
He had to smile, loving how excited she was. He really wanted to kiss her. His gaze focussed on her lips. But then a loud clapping interrupted the spell around them and he stepped back.
Shit. He didn’t have any right to kiss her.
Yet.
“Jameson? Are you all right?” She grasped hold of his arm, staring up at him in concern.
“Me? Of course I am, sweetheart.” He gave her a soft look, then he forced himself to move back to the seats.
When they’d finished their game, Maggie went to the bathroom giving him the moment he needed before they all went home.
He turned to Ian and Jack. “Can I talk to you guys tomorrow?”
“We’ve got several photo shoots lined up in the next few days. Can you wait a week?” Ian asked.
Shit. He didn’t want to wait that long. But what could he say?
“All right. I’ll talk to you when I see you next.” Turning, he saw Maggie standing there, looking worried. “Bye, sweetheart.”
“Bye, Jameson. Thanks for teaching me how to bowl.”
He wanted to take her into his arm, hug her tight. Instead, he forced himself to leave.
But it didn’t feel right. Not at all.
