Reeves
Mia takes one look at the vast, opulent open plan that is the first floor of my duplex, and her stare ricochets back to me.
"You can afford rent for this place working as a bouncer? "
My lips pull up at the edge to the two pink spots that blossom on her cheeks. It's quite obvious the words involuntarily just flew out of her mouth. Her pretty hazel eyes fall to the floor.
"It's actually mine. I own this place. "
"Oh. " Her reply is barely a coherent word, nonetheless it still emits blatant disbelief.
"The gig at the bar is just a side job, mainly to pass my time, or as a favor to Jake. "
"Jake? " Her silky hair sways along with the slant of her head as our stares square.
"Jake's. . ." I say with a bite of ridicule. Another slow smile crawls to my lips at her reply.
"Oh
