Chapter 22

Reeves

"Are you working tonight? " Jake asks, slamming his palm on the top of a beer bottle he holds tilted against the table. A small tap is heard with the cap dropping to the floor. A wave of froth trails down the bottle's narrow neck as he hands me the cold beverage.

He proceeds to open the next bottle in the same fashion as I answer, "I'm not sure yet. "

Still with the bottle held against the table's side he cranes his neck to look my way. "And that would mean? " His auburn hair falls sideways with the slant of his face.

I return his gaze. Today is one of the rare times Jake is not wearing his leather jacket. You'd think it would somehow lessen his ragged appearance, but it doesn't. The man oozes badass warning, something that gets him more ass than he can tap.

"Do you need me to work? " I ask and he shakes his head, tipping back to take a long swig of his drink. "So the answer is no. "