HIS BABY TO BEAR - 21

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y O N E

Jerome had never felt anxious before a mission before. After all, what was there to be concerned about? There were no other options; things would either go his way or they wouldn't. Stressing about it would only serve to distract him in advance, and he didn't have time for that. But this time, Jerome was a jumbled mess of nerves that couldn't be untied.

He shifted uncomfortably in the small red booth at the coffee shop where Ace had instructed him to meet. It was two minutes past the agreed-upon time, and Jerome was avoiding staring at the door by staring at a cup of coffee that seemed far too small next to his big, towering frame. Ace sat across from him, holding a matching cup.