Chapter 13
Mason
Jake ushered us into his office, or better yet, I would consider it a mini suite. He had a large wooden desk in the corner, a small gym set in the other, and a couch with two separate chairs in the middle. Claire and I sat on the couch, and when she sidled closer to me I draped my arm over her shoulders.
Jake sat across from us, and by looking at Claire’s expression I could tell she felt at ease with the man, but in my experience, most of the club owners I knew were all a bit shady. Jake might be a good man underneath all that sophistication he wanted to exude, but if there was anything deceitful about him I would find it. Anyone had the capability to deceive, and I learned a long time ago never to trust anyone.
The door to the office opened and in walked a dark haired
