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But she’d ignored all of them, telling him that she wouldn’t be leaving her uncle.
It felt like she was fading away before his eyes. She was so pale that it was scary. The dark marks under her eyes were becoming more pronounced and she sometimes swayed in place. As though she didn’t have the energy to hold herself up.
Jack peered into the room. “Ian.”
Ian walked over to him.
“You need to go get some sleep, mate.”
Ian shook his head. “No way. Not until she does. She needs to go home to bed. She won’t eat anything and she’s barely drunk any water.” It was unacceptable.
“Ian, you need to get it together before you get us kicked out. Beck is going to be here soon to keep watch.”
“I’m not leaving her.”
“I know that. But we’re not in any shape to guard either of them like this. Look, let’s try to get her to rest here.”
“This place isn’t restful.”
“I know. Wait, here’s Beck.”
Jack shut the door, and Ian went back to pacing and watching Maggie. His protective instincts were roaring at him to keep her safe. And his Daddy side wanted to bundle her up in blankets and tuck her into bed.
With him.
Bollocks.
She was in his head, and he wasn’t sure there was any way he’d free himself of her.
Or if he wanted to.
Do you want her? The Little Misfit? She’s a brat. She wouldn’t fit with the three of you.
Although Jack liked her a lot.
And so do you . . . she might not be your type. But when did that ever work for you?
But Jameson would never go for her . . . would he? Though Ian had seen the way he watched her.
With hunger.
He pushed all his thoughts aside. Right now, what he needed was to concentrate on Maggie. And what was best for her. Taking care of her.
The door opened and he jumped, tensing. He realized Jack was right. He felt hyper-focused on her and they were in no condition to guard William.
Not when all they wanted was to watch over Maggie. Fuss over her.
Jack was carrying something in his arms. A large blanket.
“Baby. Hey.” Jack crouched next to the chair where she sat. She turned slowly toward him. As though it hurt to move.
Ian clenched his hands into fists so he didn’t yell at her.
That isn’t helping anything, asshole.
“This is a heated blanket. I’m going to put it around you. Can you stand for me?”
“I don’t want to go home.”
