Jameson by K.F. Breene

Author:K.F. Breene [Breene, K.F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hazy Dawn Press, Inc.
Published: 2016-11-30T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Addison ran her hands up Jameson’s hard chest as he leaned in to her.

The door swung open. Light blasted them, making Jameson throw up a hand to block it. Strangely, he wrapped his other arm around her and pushed her to his back, clearly trying to protect her from the onslaught of cheer.

“Dude, what are you trying to sneak in to the party?”

Addison pushed Jameson’s arm away and stepped up beside him, vaguely recognizing the dirty blond man in the doorway holding a wriggling baby.

“Charles, right?” she said, sticking out her hand.

“Yup. You know my wife, Anne.” He set the kid down, braced as she wobbled, and then stuck his foot in the doorway so she didn’t toddle out into the cold. Instead, the kid gave a scream-laugh and baby-ran into the house. Charles watched her for a moment before returning his focus outside, then taking her hand and shaking.

“Addy,” she said.

“Addy the beta, yeah. Anne!” Charles yelled over his shoulder. “You will never believe who Jameson brought. Never believe.”

“You didn’t tell them I was coming?” she asked Jameson softly.

“No. One more won’t make a difference.”

At least they had surprise on their side. “Okay, then.” She marched forward, shoving Charles out of the way. “It’s cold. Let us in.”

Charles pounded Jameson on the shoulder. “I’m in awe, dude. Turning up with a girl isn’t like you. And she fits in already, though why everyone shoves me is anyone’s guess.”

“Addison and I are friends.” Jameson stepped away from the patting, his eyes taking on a hard edge. Charles didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he just didn’t care, being the same sort of size and build and, she’d heard, having equal prowess on the battlefield. She had every belief she’d be meeting the best of the best in this house, women as well as men, in magic as well as in fighting. Part of her was really excited. The other part worried that some stupid little thing would make her rage blast out unexpectedly. She didn’t want to embarrass herself here with these people. Especially in front of those she had authority over, or would work with in the future.

“He helped me out today,” she said, playing it cool. “Was that yours?” she pointed in the direction the child had gone.

“Uncle Jameson is here!” a kid shouted from somewhere inside. “Can we open presents?”

“Yeah. I’m trying to get another one going, but Anne isn’t having it,” Charles said.

“It sucks on the body,” Addison said, stepping back next to Jameson.

“So friends, huh?” A sparkle came to Charles’ eyes. “Jameson’s first friend.”

Jameson shifted, his hands flexing.

“Quit fucking around, child.” Another man stepped up, one that had Addison centering her weight and loosening her posture. Fierce eyes in a striking face, he had an air of aggression around him. His gaze hit Jameson. They both nodded stiffly. Then to Addison. He stuck out a hand. “Jonas.”

Ah. That explained it. She’d heard stories about him being as hard to work with as Jameson. She could see why.

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