Page 25 of Jameson

“Nothing to be sorry about.” His voice was gruff. His green-gold gaze was blazing as he looked at me.

“Jameson…”

I felt the connection arc between us. My breath hitched. God, I could see that he felt it, too.

He cupped my cheek?—

A communicator pinged, and we both jolted.

“That’s mine.” Shaking my head to clear it, I grabbed my comm unit off the nightstand and read the message. “Oh.” My heart surged. “Frankie is awake.”

Jameson

I’d almost kissed her.

I was a jerk.

Greer had been crying, worried. And I’d been turned on.

We were heading to the infirmary. I followed her down the tunnel. She’d pulled a sweater on over her tank top, thank God, but there were still miles of toned, bare legs on display.

I ground my teeth together.

I wasnotsupposed to be drooling over her.

“God, I hope Frankie’s okay,” Greer murmured, fiddling with her damp hair. It looked shades darker than her usual blonde.

“I told you North would help her.”

She nodded and shot me a small smile.

We reached the room they used as the infirmary. As the door whispered open, I saw North standing by a bunk. Frankie looked pale against the sheets, her curly, dark hair all tangled.

“Frankie.” Greer hurried forward and took her friend’s hand.

“Hey, there.” The woman sounded woozy.

“How are you doing?” Greer asked.

“Well, the last thing I remember is a huge, ugly monster. Then I woke up and saw a hot doctor.” She fluttered her lashes in North’s direction.

Greer laughed. “You’re definitely feeling better. And North is very easy on the eyes.”

I frowned. She thought North was handsome?

Damn. He was. We gave him hell about it. I’d never had a problem catching the attention of the ladies, but I knew I wasn’t pretty. I scraped a hand over my jaw.

“Is the monster dead?” Frankie asked. “I don’t really remember much. It’s all hazy.” She shuddered.

Greer’s mouth flattened. “No, it’s not dead.”

“But it will be.” I stepped forward. “Soon.”

Frankie smiled at me. “Hi, Jameson.”

“Hi.”

“I bet Greer was glad to see you.”

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