Chapter 9

Alexis

“Hank? You in here?” Boone asks as we enter. 

Surprisingly, it's bright, well-kept, and clean inside. Nothing shines in an architectural way, but the neatness of the place does impress me. A few pictures hang on the walls along with a couple of awards. I don't have time to study them before I hear someone speaking.

“Yeah,” a deep voice says from behind a door. “Be right there.”

On instinct, I smooth my shirt down my torso and run my palms along my jeans. I've always been nervous before an interview, but this time, I haven't even filled out an application. 

“You're good.” Boone puts a hand to my neck and rubs. 

The man who walks out from the room catches me by surprise. I've served him a few times at Monroe's and even carded him because I thought he was too young to drink, so I know how old he is. 

Thirty-one, and he owns this construction company?