Chapter 12
When Jamie climbed into the passenger side of Alex’s
car at the end of the day, he stared at the building that housed
the radio station with a slight frown on his face. “I thought I
told you to smile more,” Alex admonished, hoping to elicit a grin
from his friend.
It worked. Jamie turned to him with a faint smile. “I’m
sorry.”
“Did you have a good time?” Alex started the engine and
backed out of the parking spot, cringing as the bottom of the
bumper scraped the curb when he pulled away. “I know it’s not one
of your clubs—”
“I had fun.” Jamie picked at a tiny hole in the seat cover
and frowned at the threads that came loose in his fingers. “I want
to do this every day. Not so much the mixing stuff, and I can do
without that b***h Saundra, but coming here with you a
