Page 78 of Jameson

“Because we’re coming in,” Kai said.

I scrambled off the counter, tugged the hem of the shirt down, then finger-combed my hair. Jameson muttered another curse, just before the kitchen filled with people.

Hunter Squad, along with Sasha and Colbie bustled in.

Sasha set some plates on the counter, and Kai went straight to the fridge with a bag.

“We’ve got everything we need for a barbecue.” Kai grinned at us, his teeth white against his brown skin.

“I don’t want a barbecue,” Jameson complained.

“Too bad,” Sasha said. “You two have been holed up in here long enough.” She grabbed some glasses from Jameson’s cupboards, then whipped a bottle of white wine from her bag. “Greer, would you like a glass?”

“Sure.”

Jameson wrapped an arm around my middle. “Don’t encourage them.”

“Greer, you are glowing.” Marc grinned at me. “Something must agree with you. Can’t be our grumpy leader.”

Jameson growled.

“Don’t mind Marc.” Colbie perched on a stool. “He’s only been awake for the last three hours. He’s been unconscious the rest of the time.” She shot him a narrow look.

“Just getting my beauty sleep, sparrow.”

She sniffed. “It didn’t work.”

“But you’re all healed?” Jameson asked.

Marc nodded. “One hundred percent, boss man. Nothing can slow me down, especially not a giant tentacle monster.”

Behind him, North gave Jameson a small nod.

“We’ve got meat that needs to go on the grill,” Kai said. “And I begged my sister for some salad greens from the gardens. She took pity on me and made us a fresh salad.”

“I brought bread rolls and a pasta salad,” Colbie added.

“I’ll go and start the grill.” Zeke headed for the back door to the patio.

“I’ll open the beer,” Marc said.

Jameson sighed. “You guys aren’t going to leave, are you?”

I knew he wasn’t really annoyed. His squad mates were his friends, his family.

“Nope,” Marc answered cheerfully. “Besides, you and Greer have had more than enough sex for now. You need to eat.”

I stifled a laugh.

“Fine.” Jameson gripped my waist, then lifted me.

I let out a cry as he tossed me over his broad shoulder. “Jameson!”

“We’re going to get dressed. Don’t wreck my house while we’re gone.”

I heard everyone laughing as he carried me down the hallway. His hand slid under the shirt and caressed my butt as we headed back to the bedroom.

Laughing, I felt light and love fill me.

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