3
CHLOE
I had agreed to meet Roxy at the Saloon. Polished Saltillo tile glowed under the overhead lights inserted generously into the dark wooded ceilings. The entire bar shined under their illumination. Hand-carved, elaborate beams and rails surrounding the second floor gently shimmered with years and years of being polished: the epitome of cozy and classy.
Roxy sprawled on the booth seat across from me and drawled, “So, how do you know Mr. Tall Drink of Water?”
My stomach fisted. Roxy was always the center of men’s attention. Next to her, I was invisible. I didn’t know what to think of Jax paying attention to me instead of her.
“I don’t know him. We met,” my cheeks flushed, “Well, we didn’t really even meet. Let’s just say I bumped into him in the grocery store today.”
“I’d like to
