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“So you said.”
“You can go.”
“I don’t think so, Jackie. Not this time.”
“Please?”
Mac chuckled low and the heat rose in her eyes again. He loved having an effect on her. Any effect at all. “Question or request?”
“Request.”
“No.”
“Why not? Why are you making this difficult?”
“It doesn’t have to be.”
“I don’t get involved with anyone.”
“I know. I want you to make an exception.”
“I can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” Not that it mattered to him. He’d never force himself on her. He respected her, respected her business. He knew her life, her past, her present. He knew how damn strong she was. But he also knew, by the way she looked at him, especially when she thought he couldn’t see it, that if ever there was a man she wanted, it was him. Same as he wanted her.
“Both.”
“All right. Then … How about one night?”
“I …”
Mac raised a brow. “Jackie?”
“One night?”
He wanted to grin, but didn’t. One night was all it would take. He wasn’t cocky so much as confident. He’d never had a complaint, in or out of bed. “One night.”
“That’s all?”
She nibbled on her lower lip the way she always did when she was either thinking or nervous about something. It was probably both in this case.
“That’s all,” he confirmed.
“And then we’ll be done with this little dance around each other? We can just be friends or business owner and law enforcement or whatever?”
No way in hell. “Yep.”
“I see.”
She didn’t. Not yet, at least. But she would.
“Can I think about it?”
Mac wanted to ask what there was for her to think about when both of them knew what the answer would end up being, but better to let her come to the decision on her own. She couldn’t blame it on him later when she had to admit to being in love with him.
“Take all the time you need.”
“Really?”
