Jax got to Dangerous Curves at seven o’clock on Wednesday evening, feeling nervous. One minute, he was sure Sarah would show up; the next, he was equally certain he’d never see her again. And he didn’t know which scenario freaked him out more.
Aidan grinned at his boss. “Hey, man.”
Jax sat at the bar, running his hands through his black hair over and over again. Aidan knew that was Jax’s big tell: the man was a bundle of nerves. “You got all the stuff?”
Aidan nodded. “Yep. Triple sec, cranberry juice, fresh limes. I even went out and got a cocktail shaker and the right kind of glass.”
He displayed it for Jax, who blinked at it in astonishment. “It’s called a martini glass. Very elegant, no?”
Jax nodded back at him, not having a clue what the hell else to do when confronted with fanc
