Chapter 21

Hauling his bags out of the trunk of the car, Jax walked around to the front door of the house. Donovan must have seen him arriving because he opened the door before Jax could ring the bell.

The first words out of Donovan’s mouth were, “Were you successful?”

“Good to see you, too,” Jax replied with a grin. “Yes, I was.”

“Sorry. You know how I am about my books.”

“I do. Let me take my stuff upstairs and then I’ll show you what I found. I think you’ll agree it’s a beautiful piece of leather.”

When Donovan nodded, Jax went up to his bedroom where he took time to unpack his carry-on bag and wash up. Then, taking the case with the leather and his tools downstairs, he suggested his employer—Or perhaps friend by now?—come down to the workroom with him.

When they got there, Jax unrolled the piece of leather, smiling when Donovan stroked it the way a lover would the skin of his inamorata.

“It’s fantastic. Perfect for the cover.”