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It was definitely premeditated. This chick had it all planned out to the smallest detail.”
    Jackson pushed a hard breath from his lungs and turned, paced to Cameron’s desk, turned again, and paced back to where he’d started. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
    Cameron’s office mirrored his own down to the drab-but-utilitarian furnishings and neutral paint, save for the extra table set along the far wall that held the video and audio equipment.
    Cameron sat at that table now, turned in his swivel chair, and nodded once. His expression was as starkly serious as it had been all morning. “Okay, how about I tell you that I don’t give a shit if you’ve got a thing going with my sister.”
    “I don’t have a thing going with her.” Jackson didn’t miss a beat, though this time Cameron’s conversational shift caught him off guard.
    “You want to.” Cameron propped his elbows on the chair arms, laced his fingers together, and regarded Jackson with a look that told Jackson he couldn’t deny anything. “Hell, man, I see the way you look at her, the way you’ve always looked at her. If our friendship is what’s holding you back, stop letting it. A big brother rarely thinks any man is good enough for his little sister. I got lucky. You’re a damn good man. She couldn’t do much better. You have my permission, my blessing. Shit, you’ve got whatever you need from me.”
    “Mallory is what’s holding me back.” Sure, he’d been concerned how Cameron would react if he and Mallory hooked up. He and Cameron had been friends over half their lives, they’d gone through the academy together, worked together, and shared a bond he considered unbreakable. Knowing and believing in the strength of that bond was what had lessened his worries where his best friend was concerned.
    Cameron nodded, acute understand swirling his eyes. “Because you want it all and she wants sex.” He didn’t guess. His tone made the statement a certainty.
    Jackson sighed and backed against Cameron’s desk. He leaned on the edge, folded his arms, and crossed his ankles. “Got it in one.”
    “Yeah, I figured as much. Mal and I come from the same mold. We’ve got the same hang-ups.”
    “Is that what’s holding you back from Adrien Bingham?”
    Cameron blinked at him, the only sign of surprise the man allowed to show. Then his lips unfolded in a half-sardonic smile. “Tit for tat, I suppose. When did you figure that one out?”
    “During the assignment in Silver Springs, the one where we took down Veng Kim Phay. I spent a lot of time with Adrien on that assignment. Things he said, expressions he made when your name would come up”—Jackson lifted a shoulder—“it wasn’t hard to put it together.”
    Cameron looked at the ceiling, waited a beat, then met Jackson’s gaze. “Were you ticked?”
    “You mean because you’ve been holding out on me? We’ve been friends most our lives and you’ve never once hinted that you’re bi-sexual.”
    “I’m not the man you thought I was.” Apology rang in Cameron’s voice.
    “Yes, you are. Hints weren’t necessary.”
    Cameron gave a half laugh, but there wasn’t much humor in the tone. “Guess I didn’t keep that part of me under wraps as much as I thought.”
    “I noticed the glances now and then, picked up on a few comments here and there. It was enough.”
    “Not directed at you,” Cameron said quickly.
    “They never were. Christ, man, does everybody think I’m a stuffy, pompous ass?”
    Cameron laughed again and this time the sound rang with amusement. “Naw, that’s just Mal’s description.” He sobered, his expression serious once more. “I just, well, I never wanted to make you uncomfortable and shit, man.”
    “It’s not the kind of thing men talk about, even when they’re as close as we are. Yeah, I get it. Want to know a truth? I’ve been hoping that playing on the other side of the fence would help you figure shit out, because playing on my team