Mac let the door slam shut behind him.
“We’re closed,” said the voice from somewhere deep inside the near darkened room. The place was empty. No stragglers were left. He’d waited outside until he saw the last of them leave.
“Not for me.”
Jackie’s head popped up from beneath a table in the far corner. Mac could only see the outline and the movement. “Most definitely for you.”
Mac laughed and flipped the lock on the door. “You shouldn’t leave the door unlocked after hours.”
“No kidding. Anyone could walk right on in as though they were welcome here.”
“When are you going to stop lying to both of us?”
“When are you going to stop thinking I’m lying?”
Her head disappeared again beneath a table. She was out of sight for only a moment, before she stood and the noise of the vacuum cleaner filled the air. Mac shook his head, though Jackie didn’t see it.
He wove his way between the tables and chairs. His boots echoed across the parquet of the dance floor.
Silence filled the cavernous room once more as he pulled the cord from the outlet in the wall. Jackie sighed. “That’s not a safe thing to do, you know.”
“Neither is ignoring me.”
“Sheriff –”
“Don’t you dare finish that statement. Off duty, I am not Sheriff. You know my name, Jackie. Say it.”
She huffed and waved him off. “This is pointless. I have work to do.”
“You always have work to do. Say. It.” Jackie shook her head this time and stepped toward the wall to plug the machine back in. Mac’s hand circled her wrist.
“That’s all? If I say your name, you’ll let go?”
Mac nodded. “Yep. That’s all.”
She lifted her eyes to meet his straight on. She was the only woman he’d ever been interested in who could look stand face to face with him, and the only one since he was elected Sheriff who dared to still do so. Of course, she had to have on heels to do it, but that was completely beside the point.
She sighed, put out and on the spot. She hated when he pushed. He loved that she hated it. He loved that he got under her skin the way she was under his. “Mac.”
The end of his name trailed off her tongue with her gaze still glued to his. He saw the flash of heat that she banked immediately. He knew she hoped he hadn’t seen it, but one of these days she’d learn that he saw everything when it came to her.
She was both bold and shy, in your face and timid, especially when it came to him.
She was a flirt with every man who walked through the doors of her club, but she either picked a fight or ignored him. Mac had been good with that once upon a time. Not anymore.
He was done waiting for her to realize what was between them. He was done waiting for her to drop her guard.
He was going to drop it for her.
Mac eased his hold on her wrist, but didn’t move away from her.
“I have work to do.”
“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 knew she’d had it rough in life. He knew she’d come to town, started over, and sold the best damn food served by sexy women this side of the Tennessee state line. But he also knew, by the way she looked at him, especially when she thought he couldn’t see it, that if there was a man she wanted, it was him. Same as he wanted her.
“Both.”
“All right. How about one night? Can you do that?”
“I …”
Mac raised a brow. That got her attention. “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?”
Mac slipped his hand in his back pockets and rocked back on his heels. “Yep. Really.”
“O-okay.”
“Okay.”
“Is that all?”
“Sure.”
“I’ll … I’ll call you.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
