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“Got it,” Beckett says and slips out of the room before Brock can change his mind.

“Is everything okay?” Shannon asks when he enters his apartment.

Stripping naked again, he climbs into bed, happy to find her still naked, too. “It’s going to be over soon, Shan. We found him, and Brock and I have a plan.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he whispers and kisses her as she guides him onto his back and climbs on top of him. “Oh, this is something I think I could get really used to.”

“Me, too.”

Chapter Twelve

Griffin’s Beach

Undertaker

Jamie hasn’t left Undertaker’s mind since she showed up crying and confessed her inexperience. He can’t stop thinking about her, and he hates how much time he spends on her. About the girl who’s off-limits. The woman he’s no good for.

He walks into the main room from his apartment for a bottle of some type of liquor to try and drown out thoughts of her when he stops dead in his tracks. As though he brought her here with his mind, there Jamie sits at the bar with Felicity and Melanie.

Concern fills him, and he worries someone else hurt her. She seems to attract assholes, and he’d love nothing more than to take them all out one by one.

“What happened?”

“Nothing,” Jamie says. “I wanted to talk to you, and I don’t have your number. Felicity and Melanie offered to keep me company while I waited.”

Jamie definitely stands out compared to rest of the women, but Undertaker loves it. A beauty all her own, and he fights his smile. “Is that right?”

“And we couldn’t let her sit outside until you decided to join the party,” Felicity says, a smirk on her face.

Lex must’ve said something. Damn it.

Jamie’s hair lays in curls almost exactly the same way it had that day at the deli. The way she wore it for a day date. Her clothes aren’t overly dressy, but dressier than her typical jeans and T-shirt that he knows because he’s low-key stalked her.

“You need to talk to me?”

“Want to, but yeah,” she says and smiles.

There’s a different look about her tonight. Nervous but relaxed.What a fucking contradiction only she can pull off.“Let’s go talk,” he says and nods towards the front door.

“Have fun!” Melanie’s sing-song voice calls after them, and he rolls his eyes.

Outside, Jamie points a thumb over her shoulder. “Her tits are fake, right? She’s too skinny to have them that big and perky.”

He laughs. “Yeah, they’re fake. She’d show ‘em to you if you wanted. Probably let you feel her up, too.”

“She swings both ways?”

“I don’t know that she’s defined by a label. She’s a free spirit, and I think she’s into anything that gets her off.” Her interest in Melanie has him a bit perplexed, and he needs to know why she’s here. “So, what’s up?”

Her cool demeanor slips, and she fidgets with her nails. “Look, I know you said I’m too young for you, and that you’re superscary or something with your obsessive whatever, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”

Same, baby doll. Same.“You can’t?”

“I want to see what it’s like to be with someone who wants to make me his entire world. Who wants to be mine, too. I’m not sure how that feels, but I want it so badly that I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Jamie—”

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