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It takes a lot not to take a step back, he’s so big, so intimidating. Jesse puts his hands on his hips and glares back at him.

“Noah, will you calm down?”

Noah. Somehow, that name doesn’t seem to fit. I’m not sure why. It’s a nice name. Noah’s are nice. Not like this ass.

“You need to forget what you saw here.”

“Believe me, I intend to forgetyou,” I smart back at him.

“Can we not be rude to the lady who helped us both out?”

“You know I don’t let people in here,” he snaps at Jesse again. The whole time, his dark eyes have been burning into me.

“Jesse, are you okay?” I ask him, wondering what is going on and if Jesse is safe.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Noah folds his arms over his chest, glowering even hotter than before. “What are trying to say?”

“I’m good, thank you,” Jesse says before I can respond.

He’s grinning like this is the most fun he’s had in ages. I’m lost with this dynamic. This is the guy Jesse was talking about in the clinic. Oh…wait. The other guy?

“We should let you get back to work,” Jesse pointedly looks over my shoulder.

I get it, he’s hot. And completely unattainable to Jesse it seems. Though I’m not sure why he wants him, or why anyone would. And who on earth procreated with him? And why does a hot rush of jealousy sweep through me at that thought?

“Are you’re sure you’re alright?” I’m still worried.

“Positive.” He maintains the grin. “Noah appreciates you helping me out, too. He isn’t good at showing anything other than his raging grumpiness.”

“Fucks sake,” Noah groans. “Will you just leave.”

How dare he? No one has ever spoken to me like this before. I don’t even grace him with a look, never mind a response.

“Have a good day, Jesse,” I smile, then look at Noah. My mouth takes over against my will. “And you, I hope you have the day you deserve. A crappy one.”

Jesse’s laughter follows me along the hallway to the front door.

“I’m sorry about him,” he says, catching up to me. “He’s normally not that bad, he isn’t good with strangers. Especially around Oscar.”

“It’s not like I came in there threatening anyone,” I mutter.

“He has his reasons.”

I’m not sure I like him making excuses for the guy. One quick glance over his shoulder and I see the asshole watching us.

When I look back at Jesse, I try not to let on that I know this is the guy he wants. Jesse’s eyes get real big and he takes a short step back.

“Oh no, no,” he puts a hand on my forearm. “Not what we were talking about before.”

“Not even the…” God I should stop, this is none of my business.

Jesse pulls a face. “Oh hell no. I tolerate him as a best friend, definitely nothing else.”

“Sorry. I shouldn’t jump to conclusions, and I shouldn’t be bringing up what we discussed in our private appointment.”

“It’s okay. I can understand why you would think that but no, he’s a whole other complication in life, not one that affects my health.”

“He’s pretty darn nosey too,” I nod behind him, making a point of speaking loud enough.