“Not tonight, Rachel. I’m in no mood.” She scowled at him. “What the hell, Jax? You think because Mr. Golden promoted you that you’re too good for me now?” “Now?” He raised his eyebrow at her and she flushed before straightening. “You’re a real dick, Jax Anderson. You know that?” “I do.” He tipped his glass to her before taking a sip. She snorted angrily and flounced away as Cal slid on to the stool next to him. “Bad meeting with Mr. Golden?” Jax shook his head and stared at the amber-coloured liquid in the glass. They had discussed the location of the next shipment, it was in a week, and he needed to figure out how to get the information to Darvin. Not that it mattered, he thought bitterly. He and Mulroney were making the drop and without Golden there, the information was useless to the FBI. He might as well just – “You know, I really couldn’t figure out why you were so uninterested in Rachel,”
