Chapter 11: The Robin Hood Bar
We returned to Sinn Realty and I worked for the rest of the day in my office. Not once did Jax visit me as I completed paperwork for a house I had sold. The young gay couple buying the house in Franklin Square owned a tea shop on the outskirts of the city. Both were in their early thirties, had two Greyhounds, and were planning on adopting a Russian baby, Sasha. As I completed the paperwork, finishing the day and readying to head home, Jax popped half of his body and head into my office.
“What do you say we go get a drink? It’s after five, and we’ve both worked a hard day. I think we deserve it.”
I thought of my obligations that night, which consisted of nothing important, maybe some television and more of a paperback mystery. “I’ll give you one drink to w
