Chapter 3
Hearing no response, Jax opened one eye.
“I do. I just live up on 13thand Penn, too.” Not that Jax had asked all that, Cassidy realized, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to establish that he was close by. Readily available, even if it was on short notice…
“Cool.”
Cassidy shrugged. I guess. “What about you?”
“Me? I work here,” Jax teased.
“I thought you were here kind of a lot,” Cassidy riposted.
“Yeah, well, they pay me. What’s your excuse?”
Cassidy shrugged again. “Good beer. Food’s so-so.”
Jax raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, I hear the cook’s not that great. Seems he’s always out back doling out cigarettes.”
“Lucky for me.”
Here Jax dropped all pretense and deliberately, toes to top, undressed Cassidy with his roiled-sea gray eyes. When they met Cassidy’s espresso browns, he cocked that eyebrow again. “Lucky for us.”