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“Why are you so hung up on that? Why do you think I give a shit about it or that any of us do? Have any of us judged you? You have one of the most profitable businesses Northeastern Georgia and in parts of Southeastern Tennessee. No one who knows your past, cares about it. They care about you.”
“But none of them want to sleep with me.”
“What’s it going to take? Hmm? What? Tell me and I’ll fucking do it.”
Every time it was like this with them. With her. She wanted him and didn’t want him to focus on her having been a prostitute for a while, yet she continued to bring it up. She focused on it.
“Hop on, Jackie. Let’s go for a ride.”
She nodded and had the silly notion of being Jennifer Grey’s Baby to Patrick Swayze’s Jonny in Dirty Dancing. In reality, she was more Penny than Baby. She knew how the world worked, but so did Mac. Only they knew things from different sides of the law.
She walked with purpose to the bike, slung her purse across her body, and slid onto the seat behind Mac.
Her spread thighs cradled his ass and hugged his hips. “Shouldn’t I wear a helmet?”
“Won’t take long to get where we’re going. Besides, you’re with law enforcement. Hold on to me.”
She did. She would. She’d hold on as hard and as long as he’d let her.
