Jackie brushed hair out of her eyes and shrugged, but she didn’t look the slightest bit awkward or thrown off by his question. “Course I did,” she replied casually. “Wouldn’t have asked ya to come around if I hadn’t wanted ya to.” She leaned her arms against the bar and got as close as she could to Liam with the bar between them. Not to mention, she couldn’t exactly touch him, since she didn’t want to be killed. Still—he wanted to play the game, she would meet him stride for stride.
She tapped her fingers thoughtfully on the counter and considered his question. “Hmm,” she mused. “I guess if you hadn’t, I’d just be back here again tomorrow, waiting around.” She said honestly. “And then I’d get hit on by some gross, old hunter and I’d feel so upset about you not comin’ around to visit, that I might just end up goin’ home with him.” It was a lie; there was no way that Jackie would do that, but Liam was in the dark to that. For all he knew, she was being entirely truthful.