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Prince Charming? No, that wasn’t who he reminded her of. Oh well, what did it matter when she had the real thing right in front of her rather than someone made up?
“Jesus, that was terrible,” Ian told him.
She frowned at Ian. “Don’t speak to him like that.”
“You . . . you’re defending Jameson?” Ian asked as though heard of something so preposterous before. “From me?”
“Just ignore him,” she told Jameson. “He has issues. Therapy would help him greatly, but I fear that he’s too stubborn to go.”
Jameson’s lips twitched. “As his physician, I could do an official assessment on him. But as his friend . . . I agree.”
“You’re friends with him?” She shook her head. “Now, I’m starting to worry about your mental health.”
A laugh escaped him. Both Jack and Ian gave him surprised looks, although she didn’t understand why.
Jameson looked like a man who laughed often. He was lightness. Happiness. Warmth.
“Do you want to do the job you were called here for?” Ian snapped. “Or are you just going to let her bleed out?”
“Yes, she looks like she’s definitely in danger of bleeding out,” Jameson said dryly.
“I’m not. It’s just a minor scratch. Ian’s overreacting. Another one of his issues.” She gave Ian a concerned look.
“I’ll make a note of it, sweetheart. Now, where are you injured?” Jameson asked.
“I cut my foot. It’s tiny. It just needs a Band-Aid.”
“How about I determine that since I’m the guy with the medical degree?”
Smart and sexy.
He was the total package.
“Hey, we’re still here, you know.” Jack waved his hand in front of her face.
For the first time since meeting him, the funny guy seemed irritated. Immediately, she felt terrible. What was she doing?
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Jameson shot Jack a look that she couldn’t decipher. Then Jack suddenly picked her up in his arms.
“Hey! What’s going on?”
“You need to sit at the table so you can eat,” Jack told her. “Jameson can come over here to look at your foot.”
Jameson followed without a word as Jack sat her down at the table. The pad she’d had on her foot fell to the floor. Jameson sat next to her and turned his chair to face her.
Grabbing her foot, he drew it up to inspect it. “We need to clean it first.”
Oh crap.
She had a dirty foot? How embarrassing.
“I’ll go have a shower.” She attempted to get up, but Jameson placed his hand on her thigh.
“Whoa, nope. You don’t need to move, sweetheart. Ian, can you get me some warm water in a bowl and a cloth?”
Ian nodded and strode away as Jack placed a plate of food in front of her. It had the hugest omelet she’d ever seen as well as four pieces of toast.
