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What the fuck?

“Are you whistling?” Beck asked Owen.

“So, what if I am? You got a problem with that?” Owen asked.

Judd finished packing up some food and stared over at Owen with a frown. “Yeah, it’s fucking weird. You never whistle.”

“You’re never happy enough to smile,” Beck added.

“It’s almost like you . . .” Judd’s eyes widened. “You fucker. Did you sleep with her last night?”

Beck winced. He grabbed at the back of his neck. “Please tell me you didn’t sneak into her bedroom, Owen.”

“I didn’t sneak into her bedroom.”

“You’re lying, aren’t you?” Beck said. “You totally snuck into her bedroom last night. For fuck’s sake, Owen. What if she goes to the Princes? What if you fucking scared her?”

“She won’t and I didn’t.”

“You have to play by the fucking rules,” Judd snapped.

“Why?” Owen’s eyes blazed. “Last night, she was having a nightmare. I stayed with her to make her feel safe. Convinced her to give us a chance. And now, we’re all going on a date with her. End of story.”

“You didn’t fuck her?” Judd asked suspiciously.

“Nope.”

Beck let the tension leech from his shoulders.

“Got to taste her, though. Fucking delicious.”

“Owen!” Judd said.

“What? I took care of her. I didn’t force her. And you guys need to fucking step up and spend time with her.”

Judd sighed. “I don’t think she’ll want to know me. I’ve been a prick.”

“You’re always a prick,” Beck said. “It’s part of your personality.”

“Yeah, but I should have been nicer to her . . . it’s just hard.”

“Because you’d need a personality transplant?” Owen asked with a serious face.

Beck nodded. “Good one.”

“Good what?” Owen asked.

“Oh. You were serious.” Shit. They needed Hux for the jokes at times like this. He’d never let any of them take things too seriously. The rest of them were serious bastards at the best of times.

Judd sighed. “No. Well, maybe. It’s just . . . I feel this overwhelming need to protect her, and then I see something she does that puts her health and safety in jeopardy and well . . . I might overreact.”

“Might, huh?” Beck slapped his back. “I think definitely. Don’t worry, Owen and I will try to keep you from going all OTT on her ass.”

Judd sighed and nodded. “Right, let’s go get her.”

They headed out the door with their stuff. “I suppose we have to put up with that dick, Ian,” Judd muttered. “Wait, what time is she expecting us?”

As they grew closer, Beck couldn’t see Ian anywhere. Worry filled him. Why wasn’t anyone guarding her? It was obvious she wasn’t doing well at taking care of herself and it stirred his Daddy instincts.

Just go slow.

Baby steps were better than flying leaps, as his Ma would say.

Sometimes Ma didn’t make much sense. Shit, he missed her though.

“Anytime,” Owen said.

“What?” Judd asked, stilling outside her door. “What do you mean, anytime? And where is Ian? Isn’t he meant to be guarding her? Or is she getting rid of him? We should be guarding her.”

Beck groaned.

“You didn’t ask her, did you?” he said to Owen.

“Oh, fuck,” Judd muttered. “I thought this was too fucking easy. She has no idea that we’re coming for her?”

“Of course she knows that we’re spending the day together. I just didn’t tell her what time or what we’re doing.”

“Fuck. You have no idea how to deal with women, do you?” Beck said. He should have known.

“What?” Owen asked, looking confused.

“She might want time to get ready,” Judd said.

“She’ll be fine.” Owen plastered a fake smile on his face as he knocked on the door.

25

Anger flooded Judd as that fucker, Ian, answered the door.

Chloe’s door.

Was he trying to move in on her? Judd wouldn’t put it past him. He didn’t trust him.

He didn’t like Ian or Jack. The truth was, he liked very few people. Ian might be okay at his job . . . but that wasn’t enough to have Judd feeling charitable about him.

But what was he doing in her suite?

“Hello. What’s up?”

“What’s up? Is that any way to answer Ms. Reed’s door?” Judd said stiffly. “I thought you would have better training than that.”

Ian just stared at him.

“Who’s there?” Chloe asked.

“It’s Owen, Beck, and Judd,” Ian replied. “They look like they’re going camping.”

“Bastard,” Judd muttered.

“We’re going to the beach.” Owen kept the smile on his face. “Chloe?”

She appeared behind Ian. Who didn’t move.

Oh, he was pushing it.

“Um, Ian?” she said quietly. “Can you please move?”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

Fucker. The asshole barely said a word the rest of the time. And now he was all chatty with their girl.

Judd was about to lose his mind.

Beck put a hand on his shoulder. “Easy, brother.”

Owen stepped forward, completely confident that she would let them in. And she did step to one side. As Judd watched, her cheeks grew red. Was she remembering what they’d done last night? He wouldn’t have minded watching Owen go down on her, lick her pussy, bring her to orgasm.

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