Chapter Four
Frankie
After driving home and parking, I sat in my car for over ten minutes, second-guessing whether I should meet Jax or not. It’s weird that he even offered for me to meet him for a drink.
I should just go home, do laundry, and wait for Sandy to come back with Jolie. But when is the last time I went out without Jolie? And a little adult time doesn’t sound so bad—even if it’s with Jax. Maybe the two of us can find some sort of tenuous friendship. Plus, I could use a drink after hearing how much Mr. Holder’s retainer is.
It’s a quick walk over and I open the doors of the Velvet Bar. The walls are lined with red velvet, the furniture all black leather, and the place is dimly lit. After the doors close and my eyes acclimate to the darkness of the bar, I spot Jax in a booth
