12 Chapter 12

Donovan shook his head. “I think we’re past the formalities. If I didn’t smell like dog, I wouldn’t.”

Jax made a pretense of sniffing, earning a laugh from Donovan. “All right. The jeans stay, although I will put on a decent shirt,” he said.

When he arrived in the living room twenty minutes later, he saw that Donovan had heeded his own words. He had on a clean pair of jeans and a casual shirt. As always, he asked Jax if he wanted a pre-dinner drink, and made them when Jax said he wouldn’t turn one down.

The rest of the evening progressed as the previous two had—dinner in the small dining room before Donovan left to return to the shelter. Jax took advantage of his being gone to spend time online talking with a couple of his less than legitimate contacts. What he found out from one of them piqued his interest, so he did some research. By the time he finished he knew what his next job would be, and it didn’t have anything to do with restoration work.

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