Sarah looked at her watch. “Uh, no. I’d better get going.”
“One last one,” Jax said. “Then I’ll take you home. I promise.”
She glanced at him. “Really?”
“Yeah.”
“OK, then. One more.”
The men left the table now, and Sarah and Jax were alone again. He looked at her, saw that she was looking uncomfortable for the first time all evening.
“What’s up, Red?” he asked.
“Oh, nothing, really.” She set down the gum wrapper that she’d been tearing into pieces. “I guess – I mean, I shouldn’t be surprised by anything that guys like Dave and his father do, but I am. Spoiled, rich bastards running over people, just because they can. It still kind of catches me unawares.”
“I know what you mean.” Jax ran his hands through his dark hair. “I’ve known guys like that in my life, too.”
“You have?”
“Yep
