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“I don’t think so, Cupid. I think he’ll need to come to me when he’s ready.” Trae grinned and waggled his brows at her when she called him Cupid. He was so silly, so light. Trevor was the gruff asshole brother. He didn’t have a humorous bone in his body. He didn’t have an unyielding one, either.
“Suit yourself, but don’t sell yourself short.” Trae pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her shoulders. “That man would be lucky to have you on his arm or in his bed. You’re amazing.”
A kiss to her temple and her arms sliding around Trae’s back ended with the slamming of the club door.
She needed to lock that sucker.
Mac’s cologne hung in the air around the entryway and when she pushed her way outside, he was on his bike, roaring out of the gravel lot. She stood stock still, hands on her hips, glaring after him.
“I don’t think he liked that scene,” Trae said from behind her. “Then again, maybe a little jealousy is a good thing sometimes.”
“Not helping.” Jackie stomped back inside the darkened club. She flipped the lights on. It was near time to open and she’d be grateful for the distraction of people.
“At least you know he’s not at work now.” Trae called after her. “You going after him?”
“Nope. And jealousy isn’t a good thing. He has nothing to be jealous of.”
“He may not know that.”
“He does. I told him.”
“When?”
Shit. She walked right into that one. “When I saw him earlier. He asked about you and me and I said there was no you and me and that was all. Can we drop it now, please?” Her pussy was on fire and she was having to rationalize why Mac shouldn’t be jealous to find her in another man’s arms when not two hours ago, she’d been in Mac’s arms trying to get him to fuck her.
He had every right to be pissed at her. He had every right thinking she would go to someone else when he kicked her out of the jail cell and out of the station. He said he’d see her later and it was later, but when he saw her? She was in Trae’s embrace with his lips touching her.
She was doing her level best to mess things up.
At the same time, she’d had no idea Mac would show up right then. She’d had no idea when he’d show up. So, she couldn’t beat up on herself for the innocent scene he walked in on.
But she would. At least until she had a chance to explain.
“I can handle the bar until your normal guy gets here.”
Jackie slanted him a look that he knew well, though he laughed it off. “Not a chance. I am not giving you access to my liquor or my girls.”
“I think you’re judging me a little too harsh.”
“I don’t think I am. You’re all sweet and charming on the outside, but you’re a dirty one on the inside.”
“How would you know that? Who’s been talking?”
“All the girls back where you come from.”
“That’s just so wrong, doll.”
“And yet …”
“Hey what time does the club open?”
Jackie shook her head at the additional voice. Trevor. Great. He was a good guy. A little overprotective, but a good guy.
“Soon. So, pick a table out and go have a seat.”
“Where’s your southern hospitality?”
“Roared out of here a few minutes ago on that sweet ass bike we saw back at Vinter’s earlier.”
