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But did she trust that she could have him?
“I’ve gotta go,” Jaz said, interrupting her thoughts. He kissed the top of her head again and eased his big body off her couch.
“Mandi?”
“Yeah. She needs me to pick up a few things before heading back to Vinter’s.”
Jackie stood, too. “I’ll be over as soon as I get a shower.” She hadn’t looked in a mirror, but knew she had to look like death. Her head felt heavy from the mousse and hairspray, too. She knew better than to go to bed without a shower.
“Oh yes, please shower. The raccoon eyes don’t work unless it’s Halloween.”
“Go on. Git.” She gave him a shove toward the front door. “I don’t need to take that kind of truthful talk from you.”
“Nope. You’ll see it in the mirror. Try not to crack it though.”
Jackie faked her shock at his words and slammed the door behind him. His laughter could be heard as he walked away. God, she loved him. He was family and she cherished their friendship. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for him and there was nothing he wouldn’t do for her.
Though, he could use a kick in the ass to take him down a notch or two. Love made him cocky, made him think he was invincible. She knew better. She could still take him in arm wrestling and it looked like she would need to prove it. Again.
She flipped the lock, then tossed the cold tea down the kitchen drain.
A small, casual get-together had been her idea, but once Carrie got wind of it, she’d taken charge. That was fine by Jackie. The girl had more energy than that damned pink battery bunny.
Their small group of friends would be there. The bar the boys owned wouldn’t open until much later as wouldKatz.
Ink Spotwould be manned as well.
Mac had deputies, so he’d be there, too.
Jackie thought it would be a good way for Mandi’s brothers to meet Jaz and the rest of them. She’d met them a few times back when she and Mandi were in high school together.
But the regret was setting in. She didn’t want to go to a cook-out. Okay, that wasn’t true. She loved food. She loved her friends. The truth was she didn’t want to see Mac again so soon after their brief conversation last night.
She couldn’t get out of it, though. Jaz and Mac would know what was up and drag her ass kicking and screaming out of her house.
“This sucks,” she groused.
She grabbed pair of panties and bra from her dresser and tossed them on the bed. She’d wear denim capris and an old t-shirt. She’d wear a baseball cap instead of fixing up her hair. She’d wear minimal make-up.
She’d downplay everything about herself.
She’d show Mac the other side.
He only ever saw her made-up and dressed the part of an adult entertainment club owner.
She didn’t know if he’d want the her she was outside her job.
She didn’t know if it was the fantasy he wanted or the real woman.
She turned on the shower and as the water heated, she finally faced the mirror hanging above the sink. “Oh my God.” Her hair stuck out at odd angles in most places. In the back it was plastered flat against her scalp. “I do look like death. And a raccoon.” Lipstick smeared her lips and up one cheek. And mascara flaked and smudged beneath and around her eyes. “A dead raccoon.”
