Page 23 of Jameson’s Salvation

“Nothing. Where’s she at?”

“Shower.”

Weston’s brows hit his hairline and he chuckled. “That was fast.”

“Don’t be a dick. She was working outside all morning and wanted to clean up before you came over. Before she comes down, I need to fill you in…”

Jameson quickly retold the story of Reggie Coleman being at the house when he’d pulled up. Through the brief, Weston’s irritation rose to the surface.

“She got her shotgun?” he asked.

“Yep. She was gonna let loose on his truck.”

“I think I like her already.”

Jameson wasn’t sure why his friend’s innocent, off the cuff comment pissed him off but it did.

“Yeah, well, as amusing as it would’ve been to see, it would’ve bought her a metric shit-ton of problems.”

“It would’ve, but the asshole would think twice about coming back,” Weston noted.

“Or it would’ve made the asshole double-down in his fight to take her property.”

“Hey. Sorry,” Kennedy said, bounding down the stairs.

Jameson wanted to groan at the sight. Short cutoff shorts that showcased her long, tanned, toned legs. Tight tank top that not only clung to her midriff but to her perky tits, too. And bare feet that padded down the stairs. Clean and fresh, with her hair still wet hanging long around her shoulders, she looked younger than he knew her to be.

Weston cleared his throat and under his breath Jameson heard him mumble a good God. He knew why that comment pissed him off. Jealousy reared its ugly head.

The day before, Jameson had caught Holden staring at her, but he knew Holden had less interest in more than a one-night stand than Jameson did. Holden was a shameless flirt but would not touch a woman who had a hint of sweet. He preferred women who’d been around the block a couple hundred times and wouldn’t attempt to call him the next day. He’d been hung up on a woman named Charleigh since before she’d married their buddy, Paul.

Charleigh made her decision and chose Paul over Holden and he’d never recovered. After Paul died in combat, Holden had stayed away from Charleigh and her daughter, Faith, at all costs.

But Weston? He was looking for something permanent. Had been even when they were all still in the Navy. He wanted a wife and kids and had no problem admitting it.

By all accounts if someone was going to try to hook up with Kennedy, it should be Weston. She was exactly his type. Hell, she was every man’s type. Beautiful, smart, capable, strong, and extremely sexy.

“Did I miss anything important?” Kennedy was looking between the two men but her eyes landed on Jameson and suddenly he felt like he was ten feet tall and made of steel.

The small gesture meant nothing, Kennedy was simply looking to him because Weston was a stranger to her. But it felt great all the same.

“Nope. Kennedy, this is Weston,” he introduced.

“Nice to meet you,” she replied, but made no move to shake his hand.

“You, too,” Weston returned, openly staring at her.

The overwhelming urge to punch his friend was becoming harder and harder to tamp down.

“Jameson told me about today’s run-in,” Weston informed her.

“Yeah. I don’t often lose my temper but that man pushes my buttons like no one else.”

“Have you scouted the perimeter?” Weston tore his gaze from Kennedy and faced Jameson.

“Not yet.”

“I’ll go start. Nice to meet you, Kennedy.”