Chapter Six
Jaxon made his way over to where Mike McCallister was pouring pints. Mike pushed a plastic cup his direction. "You look like you could use another."
"Damn straight, I could." Jaxon took a long pull of the amber liquid, letting it slake the itch in his throat.
"Lady problems?" Mike asked with a sympathetic smile.
Jaxon cracked a smile. There was no way he was going to make Mike his barroom confessor. In addition to running his small brewery, Mike was a firefighter and worked with Robbie and Tony. Anything he told Mike would go straight to them, no passing go. He lifted his glass. "Benefits of not having a lady."
"I hear you there," Mike answered, saluting him. "Nothin' but trouble, they are."
"And the problems that come with them."
"And the drama."
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