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The kitchen stayed quiet after Jack left.

Liam finished the water, set the glass in the sink, and stood there a moment longer listening to the distant sound of the heavy bag starting up again outside.

Controlled. Steady. Jack had turned the irritation into fuel the same way he always did.

Liam turned off the light and went upstairs. Sleep came late and left early.

Morning put a thin edge of gold across the villa floors.

Jack was already outside when Liam came down. The bag moved in clean, deliberate combinations.

Liam watched through the window for a few seconds, then headed toward the east wing.

Renee was in the ground-floor supply room restocking the medical kits.

She had her jacket off. The black fitted shirt underneath clung to the heavy curve of her breasts every time she reached up to the higher shelf.

When she heard the door she looked over her shoulder, eyes calm, measuring. "You’re up early," she said.

"So are you."

Renee turned fully, one hip resting against the metal shelf. She didn’t reach for her jacket.

Liam’s eyes dropped to the shape of her chest, open and unhurried, before coming back to her face. She saw it. A slow warmth moved into her cheeks, but her voice stayed even.

"Inventory again?"

"No." He stepped further into the room and let the door sit half-closed behind him. Renee noticed the door. She also noticed he didn’t pretend to look at the shelves.

"You’re staring again," she said.

"Yes." The honesty sat between them. Renee’s fingers flexed once at her side. She glanced at the open doorway, then back at him.

Outside, footsteps moved down the hall and faded. When the silence returned she didn’t fill it with work talk.

Liam took another step. Close enough to catch the faint scent of her skin. Close enough that the heat from her body reached him.

His eyes lowered again to the soft weight of her breasts under the tight shirt, lingered, then rose. Renee’s breathing had changed. Small. Controlled. Not hidden as well as she probably wanted.

"You’re going to keep doing this," she said quietly.

"Yes." And if I tell you to stop?

Liam looked at her mouth, then her eyes. "Will you?"

Renee held his gaze. The professional distance she used on everyone else was still there, but it had thinned.

She looked at his chest, his shoulders, the way he stood in her space like he belonged in it. Her tongue touched the edge of her teeth.

"Not yet," she said. The words were low. Honest. She reached past him for a box on the shelf, deliberately close.

The side of her breast brushed his arm through the shirt. She didn’t pull away fast.

When she stepped back she kept the box between them like a token barrier that wasn’t doing much work. "I have to finish this," she said.

"I know."

Renee looked at him one more time. The heat in her cheeks hadn’t faded. She turned back to the shelves, shoulders set, but the line of her back stayed aware of him behind her.

Liam watched the heavy shape of her ass under the dark pants for a long second, then left the room without pushing further.

The door stayed half-open behind him.

Jack finished with the bag and headed inside for water.

Jessica was coming out of the range hallway at the same time. She had a towel around the back of her neck and the same dark training pants that always sat too honest on her hips.

When she saw him she slowed, then stopped.

Her eyes moved over him the way they hadn’t for Liam open, appreciative, lingering on the muscle still pumped from training and the faint bruises along his arms.

"You’re putting in work," she said. Jack wiped sweat from his forehead with the back of his wrist. "Something like that."

Jessica stepped closer than professional distance required. She smelled like clean metal and skin.

Her gaze dropped to his chest, then the heavy line of his shoulders, before climbing back to his face.

"Most men who live in places like this don’t look like they earned the muscle," she said. "You do."

Jack felt the words land lower than they should have. He still told himself this was about scorekeeping.

About not letting Liam run the table. The rationalization felt thinner when she looked at him like that.

"You always talk like that?" he asked.

"Only when it’s true." Jessica’s mouth curved slightly. She glanced down the empty hallway, then back at him. "I’m off rotation at eight. If you get tired of hitting that bag alone."

She didn’t wait for an answer. She walked past him, shoulder brushing his arm on purpose, and kept going toward the east wing.

Jack stood there watching the solid, heavy sway of her ass under the training pants until she turned the corner."Still just competition," he muttered.

Even he didn’t sound convinced. He stayed in the hallway a moment longer, then pushed out into the courtyard again.

The bag was still warm from his earlier session. He hit it once, hard, and let it swing. The usual noise in his head temporary, scorekeeping, nothing else tried to arrange itself into order and failed.

Jessica had looked at him like he was a man, not a complication. That was new. That was a problem.

He hit the bag again, cleaner this time, and tried not to think about eight o’clock.

Night settled clean and quiet over the villa.

Liam came down the main stairs at the same time Jack crossed the entrance hall. Both men stopped.

The air between them carried the weight of two separate advances that hadn’t existed the day before.

Jack spoke first. You’re not the only one who moved.Liam’s expression stayed even. "I know."Jack’s mouth curved, sharp and competitive. "Jessica’s off at eight."

He said it clean, without extra weight, then walked past Liam toward the east wing. No further explanation. No glance back.

Liam watched him go.Renee had left her door half-open.Jessica had opened one for Jack.

The villa had become a field with two men on it.And neither of them planned on standing still.

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