Jackie wouldn’t have blamed him if he’d expected to see her on stage the whole two seconds he stood in the doorway with shock and dismay written all over his face. She hadn’t been forthcoming about what this place was. Really, she was just glad he was taking it all with a grain of salt now that he was sitting down, more or less relaxed. He had a smile on his face, albeit a small one, instead of a scowl, and he wasn’t looking at her with a seething, blind hatred. With a guy that could kill just by touch, she didn’t want to live on his bad side.
She put on a hurt expression and pressed her hand to her chest, feigning shock and indignation. “That hurts,” she said dramatically. “Now why on God’s green earth would I set ya up? After all, ya woulda come right along if I’d told ya what this place really was, right?” She dropped her fake indignation and just smiled and shook her head at him. “I ain’t tricky,” she told him. “I just now how to get people to do things… like come pay me a visit here.” She winked, and then turned her back in order to shuffle around for another beer for herself.
“So after a whole week,” she took a swig of her beer then, “What made ya decide to come outta hidin’?”