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“That’s more like it,” Lance muttered behind him.

“Where the kitty cat?” Jackson asked. He liked Jayme more than Lance anyway. Not really. But Jayme wasn’t as big of an asshole.

“Having his coffee.” Lance motioned toward the kitchen.

Jackson led the way with Lance on his heels. As he entered the kitchen, Jayme was adding whip cream to the top of a large iced coffee.

“Boy,” Lance growled. “I already put the whip cream on top.”

“It wasn’t enough. There was barely any on there.” Jayme stuck out his lower lip. “I just added a little.”

Jackson could spot the lie with how the whip cream towered on top. He was pretty proud of Jayme. The brattiness was strong with this one.

“Hi, Jackson.” Jayme waved before he slurped up half the whip cream in one sip.

“Wow.” Jackson was impressed.

“Don’t encourage him,” Lance ordered. “And you, sit down. No more coffee for today.”

Batting his eyes, Jayme gave Lance his most innocent smile.

“Sit,” Lance repeated.

Jayme sighed but headed to the table. Jackson met Jayme beside the table and gave him a hug.

“Good job,” he whispered in Jayme’s ear. Jackson could feel Lance’s blood pressure rising. He quite enjoyed it.

There was a knock on the door.

Lance narrowed his eyes at him and Jayme.

Jackson grinned.

“Fuck my life,” Lance muttered before leaving the kitchen.

“Pushing Daddy’s buttons?” Jackson questioned as he sat.

Jayme shrugged. “He made me drink water with my breakfast. I hate water.”

Chuckling, Jackson nodded. He knew. Oh, everyone knew how much Jayme loved his magic bean juice. “What did you do?” Lance never punished Jayme without a damn good reason.

Jayme sighed. “I couldn’t sleep so I might have gotten up and drank one and half pots of coffee.”

“Two,” Lance corrected, as he returned to the kitchen, Skinner and Marco behind him. “You had two full pots of coffee and were bouncing off the walls.”

Jayme groaned.

“Hello, Jackson, Jayme.” Marco came around the table and gave them both hugs.

“What are you two doing here?” Jackson asked. If they needed to leave for a job, then Skinner wouldn’t have brought Marco. While Jayme was involved with their group, did research, and helped Lance manage everything online, Skinner preferred to leave Marco out of anything major they were involved in.

“I told Skinner about the break-in,” Lance said. He sat next to his boy at the table. Marco took a seat beside Jackson with Skinner on his right. It was a good thing that Lance had a large table and plenty of space for them all. This wasn’t even most of the crew.

“Did you find anything out?” Now Jackson was excited. He wanted to find the stupid man who’d tried to claim Finn as his own before the cops caught wind.

“What are you involved in?” Lance demanded.

“Me? Nothing!” This wasn’t Jackson’s fault. This wasn’t about him.

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