Jake stood on the other side of the door. He was freshly showered and smelled of soap. Water glistened from the tops of his crewcut.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure."
The room suddenly felt fuller as if his aura needed room to breathe and there wasn't any. I offered him a seat in the rocking chair that I had planned to replace with a small desk and ergonomic chair. Something else to add to my to-do list.
Jake said, "Full disclosure. I know Min."
"King's assistant?"
"Yeah. We fought on the same MMA circuit."
"Did he recognize you?"
Jake shrugged. "Hard to tell with Min."
"Does it change anything?"
"Not for me."
"Do you think he will tell King?"
I wasn't really sure why it mattered. Jake wasn't a criminal or a love interest, so King shouldn't see him as any sort of threat, but then again, he treated Bea as a threat. More than likely, anyone around me was seen as King's competition for my attention.