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“Guns?” Ian asked. “Water guns, you mean.”
“Rude,” she muttered, dropping her arm.
Was she left-handed?
“You’ll lose all of those impressive muscles if you don’t start eating,” Jameson told her.
She wrinkled her nose as she stared at the omelet.
“You don’t like omelets?” Jameson asked. “Do you want something else?” He’d finished wrapping her foot, but he couldn’t seem to let go of her.
“She should eat what she’s given,” Ian muttered.
Jameson turned to frown at him. They’d had this talk many times. Sometimes, the grumpy bastard needed to think before he spoke.
Ian sighed at the look and nodded.
“I’m not going to ask what he said,” Maggie said with a yawn. “Words muttered are best left unheard. I’m putting that on a T-shirt.”
“Okay,” Jameson said, even though he had no idea what she was talking about.
But she looked dead on her feet and was pushing her food around with her fork.
Which she held in her right hand. Odd.
“You need to eat, sweetheart. Then get to bed.”
She just smiled at him and continued to push her food around. Obviously, she thought that had been a suggestion.
You need to be firmer with her.
Tell her she’s going to get her ass spanked if she doesn’t start eating.
Or pick up the fork and feed her yourself.
He ignored the urges and stood. “I need to go home.”
“How is her foot? What does she need to do to take care of it?” Ian barked.
Jack just watched him silently, assessing. That bastard saw much more than he let on.
“Foot wounds heal quickly,” he said in a terse voice. “Stay off it as much as possible tomorrow. Call me if it keeps bleeding or becomes infected.”
“Thanks so much for coming,” Maggie told him, staring up at him adoringly. “Will I see you again?”
“Unlikely.”
Her face fell and he felt like the biggest prick on the planet. Ian elbowed him in the back. That had definitely been on purpose. Turning, he frowned at the other man.
“I’ll walk you out,” she said quietly.
“No,” he said at the same time as Ian barked out an order for her to stay put.
She stared between them both as Jack shoved them out of the way and took his spot in Jameson’s chair.
Jameson had to fight the urge to shove him away and sit back down. Especially when Jack plucked the fork from her fingers.
“Do you need me to feed you? I can make noises, if you like.” Jack winked at her.
