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“Do you need me to stop you from talking?” he asked curiously.

She sagged in relief. “Yes, thank you. Although I really wish you’d stopped me before I said the word vagina.”

“Wanted to see how far you’d take it.”

“The answer is always too far. Jack, I owe you an apology.”

“No, you don’t.” He sounded reasonable. But he wasn’t looking at her. And he hadn’t once smiled.

This wasn’t her Jack.

“I do.”

“You don’t want to go on a date. That’s your prerogative. I accept that.”

He was saying all the right words, but he sounded all wrong.

She breathed out a deep sigh. “It was the ice-skating.”

Right.

So her plan was just to blurt it out. Good job.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t . . . I don’t ice-skate anymore, and the idea of it . . . look, I reacted stupidly and I’m really sorry. Okay? It didn’t have anything to do with you. I’d love to go on a date with you, although Ian said you’re in a harem with him, but without a girlfriend. Since I know he doesn’t want me, well . . . I guess we could go as friends or something.”

She managed to rein in her rambling. Just. Holding her breath, she waited for him to answer.

But at least he was now looking at her. Uncle Willy glanced around suddenly. She stepped forward. Was he looking for her? Did he need her for something?

“Maggie, dear, could you get me some water?”

Shoot. How had she forgotten to keep him hydrated?

“Coming!”

“I’ll get it.” Jack reached for her arm, but she managed to get around him.

“My job. I’m good. Thanks. Nice chat. Toodles.”

She smacked her forehead as she rushed to the cooler bag before Ian could get there.

“Why are you hitting yourself? Stop that,” Ian scolded.

She rolled her eyes. “You’re getting predictable, you know.”

“What? Here, let me. You should be resting, not running around after your uncle.”

“That’s my job.” She had to fight hard not to make a snarky comment. She was better than that.

Or she liked to pretend that she was, anyway.

After taking a bottle of water to Uncle Willy who reassured her that he’d be ready to leave soon, which could mean in ten minutes or two hours, she spun back around. Only the world tilted dizzily.

Shoot. What was going on? Her head thumped as Ian and Jack suddenly appeared in front of her.

Whoa. That was almost too much for her poor brain to take in. The level of hotness was off the charts.

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