Chapter Six
Frankie
Long after our friends have left Ink Envy, it’s just Lyle, Dylan, Jax, and me. I’m trying to act cool. As though I don’t care that my little girl is asking Santa for something I can’t possibly give her. Even a puppy is off the market because my apartment doesn’t allow dogs.
Thankfully, my next appointment is a long-term client who might help me decipher what to do—or she would if Jax wasn’t twelve steps away. It’s awkward enough that we slept together. Now he probably thinks I bribed Jolie to write that letter.
“Don’t forget your shirt. Everyone gets one until I run out.” Jax throws his latest client one of the black shirts he showed off earlier.
The shirts are a clever idea, but he knew they would piss me off. Why? I had no idea until the other night. Ever since J
