Chapter Four #2
Jamison had taken a risk by showing up at Kace’s job.
All day, he had over thought things and driven himself crazy.
Finally, he’d broken. He had to know where they stood.
If Kace wanted them to be a one-night thing, or just friends with benefits, Jamison needed to know now before he got invested.
Jamison was definitely the type to have expectations.
He was too old to play games. Even though he realized he was a bit of a headcase, and his job probably made him a little undesirable as far as relationship material, Jamison wanted something real.
He wasn’t above accepting whatever Kace offered.
Still, he wanted to go into things with his eyes open.
Kace, saying he wanted to keep Jamison, felt a lot like winning the lottery.
He honestly hadn’t expected that outcome.
Lucas being there also hadn’t been on his bingo card. He would look into that too.
Thankfully, Kace chatted happily, keeping Jamison from accidentally admitting how he had paced all day.
“You’re beautiful.” Jamison truly hadn’t meant to cut Kace off mid-sentence like that.
He also didn’t want to admit he hadn’t heard a word Kace said.
Kace was gorgeous, and it was distracting.
It didn’t help matters that Jamison couldn’t get past how hot their night together had been. He was obsessed.
Kace chuckled. “Thank you. The feeling is mutual.”
“That’s not really a compliment I usually get.”
Kace looked taken aback. “Seriously? People literally see your photo and then hire you to come hold them. I’d think that would be a dead giveaway that you’re sexy.”
Jamison blinked. Surely that wasn’t true. “People pick me because I’m very pillow-like.”
A laugh burst from Kace. Even as surprised as it sounded, it was still hot.
He snagged the collar of Jamison’s shirt and hauled him in for a kiss.
“You’re adorable and people are vain.” A buzz had Kace pulling away and digging into the pocket of his doctor’s coat.
He came out with a pager. “Damn. I have to go.” His gaze shot to his food. He looked sad to leave it behind.
“Go. I’ll pack this up and make sure you get it later.”
“You’re amazing.”
Jamison swiped a kiss across his lips. “I’ve got you. Now get back to work.”
With a sad-sounding sigh, Kace stood. “I’ll see you in a few hours.”
Jamison watched him go. Between the scrubs and his walk, Kace screamed confidence.
He just looked like a guy who could save lives.
Jamison bit his bottom lip. Damn. That was really his.
When Kace disappeared from sight, Jamison gathered the food.
He would make sure Kace ate before bed. It was his job now to take care of him, and he would.
As he headed in the direction of the parking garage, he spotted Lucas.
The guy was leaned against the wall, almost as if he had been waiting for Jamison.
That suspicion doubled when Lucas straightened when he saw Jamison.
The guy’s smirk always made Jamison want to punch him. He always brought out the worst in Jamison. “So, since when do you have a sister?”
An evil-sounding chuckle rumbled from Lucas. “Since it suited my needs. Since when do you cook?”
It was Jamison’s turn to smirk. “That’s nothing new. You were just unworthy.”
Lucas’ condescending smile never budged. “Ouch. That’s big talk from someone who’s too big of a mess to keep a job. I guess that would give you plenty of time to cook.”
“It’s always fun running into you. Stay away from Kace.”
Lucas went back to leaning against the wall. “I think I’ll let him tell me to go away.” His eyes flashed with a familiar sexual promise. “So far, he hasn’t.”
Jamison snorted before he could stop himself.
“Yeah. If that’s all you have to offer, and it is, I’m not worried.
A guy like Kace would never choose trash like you.
” He took a step closer, intimidating Lucas with his size, something he hated doing.
In this case, it was necessary. “If he gets hurt because of your bullshit, you’ll wish this shady-ass job had gotten you killed. ”
A deadly chuckle that got all the way beneath Jamison’s skin fell from Lucas’ lips.
His expression turned deadly—just like the man.
Now they were getting real. “No one would dare fucking cross me like that. Everyone knows what happens to anyone who fucks with mine. You should heed that warning. When people threaten me, they usually disappear. I’m only entertaining you because we have history and you’re fun.
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. That’s how people end up dead. ”
“Kace deserves better.”
Lucas rolled his eyes. Jamison hated that he still thought the guy was hot.
He shouldn’t. Lucas was nothing but trouble.
“Don’t worry, squishy. I’m not here for him.
” Lucas’ gaze flickered over Jamison’s shoulder.
Lucas' stance changed. His jacket shifted and Jamison caught sight of the gun he carried. His eyes never shifted from whoever headed their way. Jamison watched Lucas turn into the weapon he had been hired to be. “You should definitely move along.” His gaze flickered Jamison’s way for half a second. “You don’t want to be here.”
An aggravated growl rose in Jamison’s throat.
He didn’t argue. Jamison walked away without another word.
Lucas was right. Jamison didn’t want to play witness to the underbelly of the world.
He didn’t want to hear Lucas call him squishy the way he used to do—only for it to be bullshit.
Jamison had done his time and now he wanted a soft life.
Jamison wanted a good man to give him pet names.
He hated how many times he had fallen into Lucas’ bullshit, simply because he desperately wanted something real.
Jamison genuinely believed Kace was different.
They might be exactly what he searched for, and he was dead serious.
He would make Lucas regret being born if he didn’t stay away from Kace.