Page 29 of Jameson

I bit my lip. “I…”

“Don’t lie to me, girlfriend.”

“Jameson and I kissed.” The words rushed out of me.

“Oh.” Colbie’s eyes went wide. “Finally.”

I frowned. “What do you mean finally?”

The pilot waved a hand. “Go on. Tell me everything.”

“We kissed. He pinned me to the wall.”

“Oh, boy.” Colbie fanned herself. “Keep going. I haven’t had sex in so long, and this is as close as I’ve come.”

“It was amazing.”

“I figured it would be. Jameson’s just got this focus, you know? And all those muscles.”

I frowned. I wasn’t sure I liked Colbie noticing Jameson’s muscles.

“Don’t leave me hanging, Greer.”

“He kissed me, then… He pulled away like I was toxic, and he apologized.”

Colbie winced. “Not the ending I was hoping for.”

I sighed. “Me neither.”

She touched my arm. “Girl, he’s a leader. So, he’s big into responsibility. He sacrifices his own needs for the good of others every day. Both his squad and the people he saves. Plus, you two grew up together. He feels a family obligation. And, he’s probably worried your father will get out his sniper rifle.”

I gave her a sad smile. “If he really wanted me, if he really felt something, nothing would stop him.” I straightened my shoulders. “Anyway, enough of this. I want a guy who is crazy about me. Who’ll jump through fire for me, no compromising.”

Colbie’s lips quirked and she nodded. “Hell, yeah. We all deserve that.”

“Now, I’m going to check in and see what plans they have for this monster.”

“I’ll join you.”

We headed inside. I felt better after our little chat. Focused. Work was all I needed to care about right now.

The air was cooler in the base and goosebumps pimpled my skin. We turned a corner, and my gaze instantly snapped to Jameson. He was leaning over a table, and wearing a black shirt that clung to his muscled chest.

My insides felt like they’d been hit by a blowtorch. His short sleeves displayed his huge biceps in all their glory. My belly fluttered.

Oh, man.

Beside me, Colbie giggled. “Girl, you are in trouble.”

“Shut up.” I raised my voice. “How’s it coming?”

Jameson’s head jerked up and his hazel gaze locked on me. I kept my face friendly and professional.

Or at least, I hoped I did.

“We have some ideas.” Marc’s gaze locked on Colbie. “Hey, sparrow.”

She pulled a face. “Don’t call me that.”

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