Page 228 of Kept by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies)

She blushed and risked a glance up at Jameson. He was staring down at where Jack had his hand on her thigh. Then, over to Ian, who was now lightly squeezing her shoulder.

“Uncle Willy, you’re not telling Jameson stories about me, are you?”

“Such a funny story. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Nothing to be embarrassed about?

She completely disagreed.

“Maggie, how is your hip?” Jameson walked over as Jack got up to grab Uncle Willy something to eat.

“It’s fine, thanks.”

“Maggie,” Ian said in a low voice.

Even Jack shot her a look of disapproval as Jameson’s mouth tightened.

“It’s nothing I can’t deal with,” she said quietly as Uncle Willy started talking to Hux, who had walked in to get some water. “I’m all good.”

“Here, you need to take some painkillers.” Jameson grabbed his medical bag, pulling out a bottle.

She thought about protesting, but that seemed silly when they would help. So she took them without a word.

“Ian started fussing at her to eat again, lecturing her about taking care of herself, while Jack brought her over some fruit to tempt her.

And all the while, she was aware of Jameson’s gaze on her. She wished she knew what he was thinking.

Jameson approachedIan and Jack after Pippa and the princes had left. Everyone else was sticking around to tidy up while William took some photos of the camels and scenery. Everyone was tired. Although no one looked as exhausted as Maggie.

Jameson had to resist ordering her to sit down and rest. He wanted to bundle her up, carry her home, and pamper her.

“Can I speak to the two of you?” he asked.

Ian eyed him for a long moment.”

“We’re watching Maggie,” Jack said.

“There are a several other guards here. And she’s in full sight of them. This is important. It’s about Maggie.”

Ian looked around, then nodded. “Two minutes.”

“Can we go over by the cars?”

They followed him around the tent.

“What’s going on?” Ian asked.

“I want to talk to you about us,” he said. “About the three of us being a team again. About sharing the same woman.”

“You’ve changed your mind? Why?” Jack asked suspiciously.

“Because I’m fucking lonely,” he blurted out before he lost his nerve. “It’s not . . . it’s not easy for me to speak of my weaknesses. My emotions.” That was something his parents had drummed into him. Emotions were something a St Bede couldn’t indulge in. “But the only time I’ve ever been happy was with the two of you. I miss you both.”

“We miss you too, brother,” Ian said gruffly. He wasn’t a man who liked to talk about his emotions either.

Jack tilted his head. “You know we’re with Maggie. We want to be with her.”

“I know. And I want that too. Or I thought I did.”

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