Page 74 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

“I am not. She was dizzy and had a headache earlier. She was dehydrated, and she hasn’t been eating lately.”

Jack’s face tightened and Jameson could see he was also concerned about her.

Fuck.

How did this girl have them all running around after her? Fussing over her?

What is it about her?

She was far too young for any of them. And she was just visiting. There was no reason Ian and Jack should be getting attached to her.

“Guys, what is going on?” Jameson asked.

“What do you mean?” Ian asked.

“I mean . . . this.” He waved a hand at the tray of food. “Making her food. Worrying over her. The two of you are acting like . . . like you’re interested in her.”

Ian stiffened while Jack whistled.

“I did ask her out,” Jack said, shocking him.

“What?” Jameson asked. He looked at Ian. “You’re both going to date her?”

Why did he feel so shocked? This was none of his business. Right?

“No. Jack decided to ask her out on his own.” Ian’s face was devoid of emotion. But Jameson knew he was hiding some strong feelings.

He had to feel betrayed.

He and Jack were a unit. Like the three of them had once been . . .

Fuck. He missed that. They were still friends. But he missed sharing a woman, the closeness that came with that.

It was your choice to leave.

“You could have come too,” Jack said to Ian. “I wasn’t shutting you out.”

“We are not courting Maggie,” Ian stated.

“A date isn’t courting.” Jack shrugged.

But Jameson couldn’t tell if he truly felt blasé toward Maggie or if it was an act.

“It’s not like I asked her to be our intended. We have dated women on our own before. And you . . . you’re not even a part of this,” Jack said to Jameson.

Fuck. That shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did.

“Right. Fine. Then maybe the two of you could stop texting me every time she stubs her damn toe.”

He turned toward the door but came to a stop as Maggie walked through the door. She was wearing an oversized dark blue T-shirt with a white diamond on the front and some black yoga pants. She squinted as she peered up at him.

As though she had a headache.

Actually, she looked terrible. There were dark marks under her eyes and she was pale.

Bloody hell. Maybe she really wasn’t well.

Fuck. Thank God she hadn’t walked in thirty seconds earlier and heard what he’d said.

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