Total pages in book: 173
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 873(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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.”
Her cheeks went bright red as she realized what she’d just said. What was wrong with her?
“Are you just?” Jack drawled. “Shall we test that?”
“No,” Ian snapped. “You’re here to do a job. She is the job. You can’t fuck the job.”
“I don’t think I like being called the job,” she muttered to Jameson.
“Ian’s always had a way with words.” Jameson winked at her.
Swoon.
“He’s a bit of a dickfly,” she said.
Jameson started choking and she removed her hand from his to pat his back. “Someone get him some water! He’s choking!”
“I’m fine. I’m fine!” Jameson said, his eyes streaming. “I, um, something got caught in my throat.”
“Was it a fly? That’s happened to me before. It’s not pleasant. I had nightmares about it laying eggs inside me and tons of maggots erupting in my stomach. Don’t worry. That can’t happen.”
“I feel ill,” Ian said.
“Do you want me to take your temperature? I’m sure that we can find an anal thermometer,” she said sweetly.
Ian just glared at her. Ahh, there he was.
“Mouth. Open,” Ian demanded.
“Honestly, he’s pawed my undies, seen my tampons, and now he’s ordering me to open my mouth so he can stick things in it. And he still hasn’t bought me dinner.”
“Maggie,” he growled as Jack and Jameson grinned.
She opened her mouth and waited for the beep.
“Well?” Jameson asked.
“It’s normal,” Ian replied. “How is her hand?”
“It seems good,” Jameson said. “Just like her foot.”
Ian turned to Jack. “Did you carry Maggie up here?”
Oh shit. She’d forgotten about that. She turned to look at Jack pleadingly behind Ian’s back.
Jack’s expression didn’t even change. “Yep. Sure did.”
She let out a small sigh of relief.
Jameson leaned in close to her. Oh, Lord. She shivered as his lips brushed her ear. Was he going to kiss her? Would she survive?
“You’re so naughty.”
She turned her head, biting her lip as she found his face mere inches from hers. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He grinned. “Don’t you? What will you give me to stay quiet?”
“Still no idea what you’re talking about.”
He opened his mouth as he leaned back. And she slammed her hand on his mouth.
“Okay, I owe you.” She removed her hand. She wished she could say he seemed less attractive now that she knew he was a blackmailer.
Sadly, the opposite was true.
There was something wrong with her. She was sure of it.
“Owe him what?” Ian asked suspiciously.
“Dinner. I’m going to make him dinner.”
Jack raised his eyebrows. “Why does he get dinner?”
“You get dinner too.”
Ian frowned.
“I’ll make dinner for all of you, okay?”
They really should be embarrassed by how desperate they were to spend time with her.
“That sounds good to me.” Jameson stood, then looked down at the book on the table beside her. “A medical romance? You know, if you’re interested in medicine, you’re free to ask me questions.”
Oh. That was so kind.
How did she answer him nicely?
“You don’t read medical romance because you’re interested in the proper medical knowledge,” Jack told him.
“Oh. Ah. Right.”
To her surprise and delight, Jameson grew red. “I have to go. I’ve got an afternoon shift. Stay off that foot and behave.”
Behave? Why would she want to do that?
13
The heat of the day made her swelter. She’d felt sure that there would be a breeze at the ocean that might cool her down.
But no.
“You need to take your clothes off.”
Turning, she gaped up at Ian. What the heck?
It was the day after the pool incident. Uncle Willy had woken up early this morning, full of energy and ready to scout out locations.
So she, Ian, and Uncle Willy had headed out to the beach early this morning. Jack was doing something else, but said he’d join them later. She missed his happy energy.
“I’m not taking my clothes off.”
Again, he hadn’t bothered with the niceties first. Like offering to buy her dinner.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been out to dinner. Her budget didn’t stretch past fish and chips. And even getting the fish was too much. Uncle Willy wasn’t fond of eating at restaurants. So they mostly just lived on snack food when traveling.
She’d love a good hunk of steak and some garlic bread. Maybe that’s what she’d cook for the guys when she got around to making them dinner. If she could afford the steak.
She sighed. More likely, she’d be making mashed potatoes and sausages.
“Not that there’s anything wrong with a good sausage.”
“What?” Ian asked.
“What?” she repeated.
“Why were you talking about sausages?”