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Jameson was concerned.

Everyone in this house was spiraling. Hard.

He needed to help them. But he just wasn’t sure if they would welcome his help.

Stop fucking second-guessing yourself.

He was preparing a lunch tray for Maggie. And he would get her to eat it even if he had to get strict with her.

He didn’t want to. But her health came first.

“What are you doing?” Ian asked, coming into the kitchen.

“I’m making Maggie lunch.”

“She won’t eat it.”

“She will eat it. Or will admit her.”

“You can’t do that. She’ll be terrified.” Ian stepped in his way.

Jameson took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Fuck. He wanted to tell Ian that he knew what he was doing. That Ian couldn’t interfere.

However, he didn’t really have the right to do this. “You’re right. And I know she’s not mine. I don’t have the right to do what I’m about to suggest. But . . . I’m fucking worried about her Ian. About all of you.”

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Ian huffed. “Maggie is . . .”

“She’s not in a good way. She’s in her head and she can’t get out. She’s exhausted and not eating and scared. I want to help her. But if you tell me this isn’t the way to go, I’ll listen to you. Because you know her better.”

“Tell me,” Ian said.

“I know you guys want to give her whatever she wants. So do I. But I think she needs someone to take over and make the tough decisions. At least until she can do that again herself.”

Ian let out a harsh sigh, running his hand over his face. “It should be me who does that. I’m her Dom. Her Daddy.”

Jameson wished it could be him too. He’d thought about this, agonized over it. He didn’t want to be the firm one with her when they were on such precarious ground. Especially as he hadn’t really explained about his ex or talked about their relationship yet. And this could ruin it all. But Ian and Jack needed to be her safe space more than he needed her to like him.

It would hurt so bloody much, but he had to do what was best for the three of them.

“She also needs a safe harbor. That’s you and Jack. She can rant at me if she needs to. But she has to be able to turn to you if she needs a soft place to land.”

“No, that’s Jack. That’s always been Jack.”

“Yeah, but Jack needs help at the moment too. He’s not sleeping. He’s spiraling, and you and I both see it.”

Ian nodded reluctantly. “I don’t know what to do about him.”

“Yeah, there’s something I should tell you.” Jameson probably should have talked to Ian first before he’d done what he had. Fuck. Especially as they were still on guard against whoever took her.

“What?”

“I might have made him a sandwich and slipped a sleeping pill in it. I gave it to him while she was napping and dragged him into his room once he was unconscious. Asshole weighs a ton.”

“You did what?” Ian gaped at him.

“I should have told you first. Fuck. Sorry. It was kind of spur of the moment. He wouldn’t leave her side and I know he’d never let me get firm with her.”

“He wants to give her everything.” Instead of looking upset, relief filled Ian’s face. And Jameson remembered what it was like to work as a team.

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