Chapter 13Byron
I could tell immediately that a red flag had dropped for Cole, though he couldn’t have been more affable with JoJo. I tried to check in with him after we turned over the car at Chrome and went inside, heading downstairs to the table I’d reserved in the performance lounge. We were in the third row back from the stage, with the dance pole and its wraparound zebra banquette to one side of us and a cluster of two-tops between us and the bar. Between getting seated, a first visit from a server, and more getting-to-know-you chitchat built around the night’s performance, there was no way to communicate any more than acknowledgement of Cole’s unease.
Maybe he was uneasy for the same reason I was. JoJo looked rough, despite his usual impeccable grooming and flattering clothes. I’d
