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Ian just stared at him, not saying a word.
But Jameson could feel his disappointment. Turning, he left. And he didn’t look back.
Even though he could feel Ian watching him all the way to the car.
9
“Is it something I did?” she asked Jack as he forked up more eggs. He was really bad at this. Most of the eggs fell on the floor or her lap.
So why haven’t you stopped him?
You’re a grown woman who can feed herself.
The fact was, it was really nice to have someone looking after her. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had actually fussed over her hurting herself. Well, at least, not because they were actually worried about her.
More because they were worried about how her injury would affect her performance.
A familiar anxiety built in her tummy, but she pushed it aside. She wasn’t going to think of that right now. She was no longer competing.
Jack paused, staring down at her for a moment. “Something you did?”
She blushed and stared down at her lap. “I was acting a bit like a moron around him. It’s all right, you can say it.”
Jack placed a finger under her chin, tilting her head back. She expected some sort of joke to come from him. For him to tell her that yes, she was the queen of the morons.
Instead he frowned at her. What was going on? Jack never frowned.
Right, because you’ve known him for such a long time.
Idiot.
“Do not call yourself a moron.”
“I . . . uh . . . um . . .”
“But yeah, you were acting weird around Jameson.” He grinned and winked at her. “You shouldn’t do that, you know.”
“I know,” she said. “I embarrassed myself.”
“Nah, you stroked his ego and that thing is already hugely overinflated. Like, about to blow it’s so erect.”
“Jack!” Ian snapped as he walked into the room. “What the hell are you saying to her?”
“What? Nothing.” Jack gave Ian an innocent look while Maggie tried pretending that she didn’t resemble a giant tomato.
It was hard since she knew her face was flaming. Had Jack been aware of how his words sounded?
“You sounded like you were talking about . . . about . . .” Ian trailed off.
“Yes?” Jack asked, his face serene. But she saw the twinkle in his eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing.
“Nothing,” Ian said. Then he turned to her. “I’ll carry you up to bed. You’re to stay there all day tomorrow. Someone will bring you food.”
“Wait . . . what? I can’t stay in bed all day.” That was insane. She had stuff to do. They had to go out and look at viable locations for the wedding photos. She didn’t have time to stay in bed.
“You will stay in bed and rest your foot. Someone will bring you food.”
“And what about when I need to pee?” she asked sarcastically.
