“You know this is gonna be several sessions, right?” I asked while sketching sweeping blackwork shapes around the shoulder cap. “Like… a lot of hours.”
“It ain’t my first rodeo, sweetheart. I’m aware.”
The sweetheart should’ve annoyed me.
Instead my stomach did that stupid little flutter thing again.
I hated that.
He stayed quiet for a minute while I worked before speaking again.
“So are you from North Town?”
“No. Smalltown originally. Right down the road.”
“How’d you end up here?”
I hesitated slightly.
“That’s kind of a long story.”
Nixx leaned back comfortably in the chair. “I’ve got nothing but time if you feel like telling it. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine too. I was just making conversation.”
And somehow that was exactly why I answered.
Because he wasn’t pushing.
