Chapter 30

The bar wasn’t very busy, not at this early hour and with the concert going full blast practically nextdoor. Kit gestured to Rod that he’d be there in a bit, then pointed out a corner table to Max. As they sat down, he tried again to explain.

“I was going to tell you—”

Max held up a hand. A puzzled expression crossed his face, then he reached up to remove a set of expensive looking earplugs. “Now I can hear. I think. It’s awfully noisy in here.”

Kit didn’t think so, but he supposed the din of conversation and the thump of the bass from the current band in the park might be noisy to someone who liked soft music. “Max, I—”

“I wish you’d just told me you played rock and roll, Kit. It feels like you were lying to me all this time.” Max frowned at the earplugs in his hand, then shoved them into a pocket of his jeans and frowned at the waitress who’d just shown up to take their orders. “I’m not here for a drink.”

Kit ordered a Coke. “You could have dinner. They serve a good burger.”