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A shiver ran through her.
“Are you cold?” Ian asked. “You just shivered. Jameson, maybe she’s running a fever. Did you bring a thermometer with you?”
“There is one in my bag. But I don’t think she has a fever.”
“I think we need to check.” Ian grabbed the bag Jameson had brought with him and started searching through it, pulling things out.
“Hey!” Jameson protested. “Don’t go messing up my stuff.”
“Is this the only one you’ve got?” Ian held up a thermometer that took an oral thermometer.
“Yes,” Jameson replied.
“Aren’t anal thermometers more accurate?” Ian asked.
She gasped and moved her free hand under her bottom. “No one is sticking anything in my bottom.”
“Disappointing,” Jack said as he approached.
How had she not noticed Jack getting out of the pool? He was rubbing a towel over his short hair. He needed to use that towel to mop up the drips of water going down his body.
Of course . . . she could offer to help him with that . . . by licking them all up.
How had she gone from a huge dry spell to having three gorgeous men surrounding her as she lay on a sun lounger by a pool in an exotic location?
Maybe she was dreaming. She pinched her thigh.
Nope. Not dreaming.
Also. Ouch.
“What did you just do? Are you hurting yourself?” Ian grabbed her hand, pulling it away from her thigh. “We have bigger issues than I thought. First, she’s weirdly obsessed with you. Second, she has very little sense of self-preservation. And now, she’s hurting herself.”
“Hey!” She drew her hand away from Ian. But left her other hand in Jameson’s grasp, even though it was no longer throbbing. “I have a sense of self-preservation. And I am not weirdly obsessed with Jameson.”
There was nothing weird about her obsession.
The guy was sex on two legs. Anyone could see that.
Well, except Ian, it appeared.
“But you were hurting yourself,” Jack said, his lips quirking.
He was such a cheerful guy.
It was refreshing.
“I was pinching myself. That isn’t the same as hurting myself. Do you always overreact like this? It’s something else to add to your truth journal. I really think we need to find him a therapist. The quicker, the better.” She gave Jameson a look.
He nodded solemnly. “Agreed.”
Ian huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “Open your mouth and stick your tongue out.”
“Damn. We’re skipping the foreplay and going right for the good stuff, huh?” Jack asked. “What happened while I was swimming?”
Ian’s mouth opened, then closed. “Oh my God! No! I’m taking her temperature.”
“You need not sound so horrified,” she muttered. “I could be the master of blow jobs, you know.”
