Chapter Three
Jax
When I see Frankie sitting in the office, I debate whether I should rush out. Maybe she won’t see me or know I was here. But our eyes lock and there’s no escaping this, so I might as well own my decision.
“Frankie.” I nod at her and head over to the receptionist.
She looks like a mom, maybe even a young grandma. I wonder if the lawyer does that on purpose, to make his clients comfortable.
“Jax Owens,” I tell her.
She types in my name and hands me a clipboard. “Great, you’re a little early, but he’ll be with you shortly.”
I nod and grab a mint before sitting down next to Frankie. Might as well spend my time annoying her. It is one of my favorite pastimes after all.
“What are you doing here?” she asks the minute I pop the mint in my mouth.
I slide it around with my
