Page 31 of Jaz
“I know. I—”
And she was gone. Mandi stared after Jackie. A man in a uniform stood inside the entrance. Mac, the Sheriff. He and Jackie stood toe to toe. Her chin jutted out when Mac got in her face, the tip of nose touching hers. When he stepped around her and walked away, Jackie stayed rooted to the spot, her hand covering her chest.
Mandi started to stand, but Jackie made her way to their table, flushed and flustered. Mandi had never seen her friend like that.
“You okay? What did Mac want?”
“I don’t know. We’ve been at each other since I opened up today.”
“Oh.” Mandi didn’t know what else to say and followed Jackie’s gaze toward the stage. Mac stepped up and shook hands with Jaz. He said something that made Jaz look up and right at her. Had he seen them in the tattoo shop after all?
“He plays rhythm guitar in their little band,” Jackie informed her.
“I've never seen him in the club.”
“He usually comes in the back and we meet in my office. The dancers don’t like cops hanging around.”
“I can understand that.”
“Are you sure you’re all right?”
“I’m good. I promise.” She squeezed Mandi’s hand and stood up. “Who wants a drink? On the house since it’s my girl Mandi’s birthday?”
