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Ian moved first, walking toward her.
“I’ve got to get some water for Uncle Willy,” she said to him.
“Jack is getting the water. You’re going to come and sit down.”
“But I’ve got more to do. I have to stay with him in case he needs something.”
“He needs to rest too. Jameson is talking to him now.”
“Everything all right?” Ian asked as he led her to the crew tent and pointed at a chair.
“Oh, yes. Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?”
“You’ve just seemed a bit off. Sit.”
“Ian, this is my job.”
“Sit. You need to rest. I saw how you were favoring your hip.”
Darn it. She sat with a huff, but her body screamed with relief. Ian gave her a bottle of icy water. “Drink all of that.”
She saluted him as Jack wandered over.
“Jameson has convinced William to take a break and sit for fifteen minutes. Hey, baby, you all right?” Jack crouched in front of her.
“She needs to rest and rehydrate. And eat.” Ian handed her a protein bar, which he’d already opened.
She glanced up at him.
“If it’s already open, you have to eat it. A waste otherwise.”
“Cheeky assbaboon,” she muttered.
“Is that better or worse than a dickfly?” Jack asked, tilting his head to the side.
“About the same,” she replied, watching as Jameson led her uncle over to the tent.
She was tense, wondering what they were talking about.
“Was it something to do with your uncle?” Ian asked quietly.
She shot her gaze back to his. “What?”
“Whatever Jameson said to upset you the other day in the hospital was something to do with your uncle, wasn’t it?”
There was understanding in his eyes. “Did he tell you? He had no right to do that!”
“Relax, baby.” Jack patted her knee. “Jameson hasn’t said a word to us. But we have noticed a few things about him.”
She breathed in deep and let it out slowly. “I don’t . . . I can’t . . .”
“It’s all right,” Jack reassured her. “You don’t have to speak about it right now.” He placed his hand on her thigh, while Ian massaged the back of her neck.
It was at that moment that Jameson and her uncle reached the tent. Uncle Willy seemed to be telling him a story about when they were in Vietnam. She held in a groan. It better not be about the time she got food poisoning. No one needed to hear that story.
Least of all, proper, put-together, always gorgeous Jameson.
“And I’ve never seen her run so fast, poor girl. Ahh, Maggie, there you are with your two young chaps.”
