customer coming to the shop in ten minutes. Jane, keep your ass out of that bar and stop acting like a goddamn fool.”
She rounded on him. “I have every right to be in there. One of his loser friends has gotten him into this trouble.”
“This is your grand idea for helping Jessie?” Mac scoffed while Chase tried to follow whatever the mysterious topic might be. “You put on a short skirt and a barrelful of makeup? What’s that supposed to accomplish?”
“It’s supposed to accomplish getting them distracted enough to talk to me.”
Mac threw his hands in the air. “I don’t want to have to worry about you, Jane! I’ve got enough to worry about.”
Her face fell. “I’m sorry.”
“Stay out of that place, Jane.” He sighed. “I’ll talk to Jessie’s friends, okay?”
“They’re scared of you.”
“Yeah, and somehow I think the threat of my fists could be more effective than the promise of something else from you.”
Chase wasn’t so sure of that, but he held his tongue, because Mac was her dad. His brain was still stuttering over that one. Big Mac MacKenzie was Jane Morgan’s father ?
Jane muttered something too low to hear while Mac turned toward Chase. “I guess I should thank you for trying to defend my boneheaded daughter.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Chase took the hand he offered.
“Next time I won’t hit you.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Next time I won’t hit you .”
“All right, then.” Mac’s mouth turned up in what could have been a small smile. “Jane, if you go back in, Arlo’s gonna call me, so don’t bother.”
Her jaw edged out as if she wanted to pout, but she gave Mac a hug before he left, whispering something in his ear. Chase tried to gather his thoughts, but they were like bouncing footballs, jagging left or right before he could grasp them.
“I’d better go,” Jane muttered as Mac walked away.
Chase glanced up at the night sky. “You’re kidding, right? You’re gonna leave me hanging like this? Jane…what the…Big Mac is your dad? ”
“Stepdad.”
In high school Chase had known one of the MacKenzies, but her name hadn’t been Jane. She’d been a pale blonde with a world’s worth of problems and a love of thick black eyeliner. Had Big Mac remarried?
Jane was squirming, ready to get away, and the squirming was rather pleasant in her current attire. She looked at the door of Ryders, squinting a little.
“Have you had dinner?” he asked.
“I don’t have time for a date tonight, Chase. And I’ve got to…” She swept a dismissive hand down her body. “My clothes.”
Yeah. Her clothes. “I’ll take you back into Ryders for a burger if you’ll promise to tell me what’s going on.”
Her eyes screamed suspicion. “Why?”
“Because you want to go back in and I want to know what the hell you and Mac were talking about.”
She cocked her head, studying him. Her red lips glistened. “Arlo will call Mac.”
“I’ll talk to Arlo.”
“You know him?”
He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Sure.”
“All right. I’ll have a burger with you. But this counts as our date.”
Relief swept through his gut. If she’d refused, he wouldn’t have gotten any sleep tonight. His mind would’ve raced for hours, trying to figure out exactly who Jane Morgan was and why she was going undercover at a biker bar. “Deal. But you stay with me. No wandering off on your sting operation or whatever the hell it is.”
He surprised a distracted smile out of her before she made a beeline for the door. Her toe caught on the threshold and she stumbled a little.
“You can put your glasses on if you like. I don’t mind.”
“They clash with the toe ring.”
Chase glanced down. With the visual bounty on display, he hadn’t noticed the silver toe ring. And he forgot it again when she took his hand and pulled him toward an empty booth. The tank top stretched thin across her breasts, revealing the whole lovely curve of plump flesh. His mouth watered
She rounded on him. “I have every right to be in there. One of his loser friends has gotten him into this trouble.”
“This is your grand idea for helping Jessie?” Mac scoffed while Chase tried to follow whatever the mysterious topic might be. “You put on a short skirt and a barrelful of makeup? What’s that supposed to accomplish?”
“It’s supposed to accomplish getting them distracted enough to talk to me.”
Mac threw his hands in the air. “I don’t want to have to worry about you, Jane! I’ve got enough to worry about.”
Her face fell. “I’m sorry.”
“Stay out of that place, Jane.” He sighed. “I’ll talk to Jessie’s friends, okay?”
“They’re scared of you.”
“Yeah, and somehow I think the threat of my fists could be more effective than the promise of something else from you.”
Chase wasn’t so sure of that, but he held his tongue, because Mac was her dad. His brain was still stuttering over that one. Big Mac MacKenzie was Jane Morgan’s father ?
Jane muttered something too low to hear while Mac turned toward Chase. “I guess I should thank you for trying to defend my boneheaded daughter.”
“Yeah. Sure.” Chase took the hand he offered.
“Next time I won’t hit you.”
He arched an eyebrow. “Next time I won’t hit you .”
“All right, then.” Mac’s mouth turned up in what could have been a small smile. “Jane, if you go back in, Arlo’s gonna call me, so don’t bother.”
Her jaw edged out as if she wanted to pout, but she gave Mac a hug before he left, whispering something in his ear. Chase tried to gather his thoughts, but they were like bouncing footballs, jagging left or right before he could grasp them.
“I’d better go,” Jane muttered as Mac walked away.
Chase glanced up at the night sky. “You’re kidding, right? You’re gonna leave me hanging like this? Jane…what the…Big Mac is your dad? ”
“Stepdad.”
In high school Chase had known one of the MacKenzies, but her name hadn’t been Jane. She’d been a pale blonde with a world’s worth of problems and a love of thick black eyeliner. Had Big Mac remarried?
Jane was squirming, ready to get away, and the squirming was rather pleasant in her current attire. She looked at the door of Ryders, squinting a little.
“Have you had dinner?” he asked.
“I don’t have time for a date tonight, Chase. And I’ve got to…” She swept a dismissive hand down her body. “My clothes.”
Yeah. Her clothes. “I’ll take you back into Ryders for a burger if you’ll promise to tell me what’s going on.”
Her eyes screamed suspicion. “Why?”
“Because you want to go back in and I want to know what the hell you and Mac were talking about.”
She cocked her head, studying him. Her red lips glistened. “Arlo will call Mac.”
“I’ll talk to Arlo.”
“You know him?”
He shrugged, trying to play it cool. “Sure.”
“All right. I’ll have a burger with you. But this counts as our date.”
Relief swept through his gut. If she’d refused, he wouldn’t have gotten any sleep tonight. His mind would’ve raced for hours, trying to figure out exactly who Jane Morgan was and why she was going undercover at a biker bar. “Deal. But you stay with me. No wandering off on your sting operation or whatever the hell it is.”
He surprised a distracted smile out of her before she made a beeline for the door. Her toe caught on the threshold and she stumbled a little.
“You can put your glasses on if you like. I don’t mind.”
“They clash with the toe ring.”
Chase glanced down. With the visual bounty on display, he hadn’t noticed the silver toe ring. And he forgot it again when she took his hand and pulled him toward an empty booth. The tank top stretched thin across her breasts, revealing the whole lovely curve of plump flesh. His mouth watered
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