“Hot guys would line up in the hallway and watch,” Jay told her.
“That’s just one more excellent reason not to.”
“What? You’re not interested in guys now?”
Mack winced, remembering her earlier conversation with Dee. She looked around Jay, half-expecting to see Dee nodding her head and gleefully chanting, “I knew it!” Then another image muscled in, the one of Dee linking her arm through Nick’s with another triumphant smile. Mack hadn’t stuck around to see what happened. At that very moment, Princess Dee might even be getting inherbody rolls beneath the hot detective. The modicum of Zen Mack had achieved by tending to her herbs vanished instantly.
“In the first place, that’s a form of harassment.”
“Appreciation is not harassment.”
“And in the second place, no. Just... no. I love you, Jay, I do, but stop trying to make me into something I’m not, okay?”
His face grew serious. “You know better than that, Mack.”
Yeah, she did, but she was tired and cranky and done with the conversation. “Just... give it a rest, okay?”
“All right, baby girl. But I’m always here for you.”
“I know. Thanks.”