Chapter 9: Professional is Key
The Ides of March
Jax wanted to have a brief meeting with me, calling it something like “…getting to know you, Victor.”
Professional is key, I thought, walking beside Jax through Frankston Park, next to the Ohio River, unable to tell him about my current state of lacking s*x, partnership, and my exploits with Miller’s unannounced invasion inside my house and his list of “men to date” that he supplied me.
The snow-covered pathway weaved left and right. Wintertime ice hung from the tree limbs, and wind bristled my face. Two oncoming male runners passed us, dressed in matching blue-and-gold Lycra gear. Both huffed and puffed, looking like muscled dragons.
I learned within a matter of minutes upon that shoulder-rubbing-against-shoulder walk that Jax Sinn was
