JJ
The words slipped out before I could stop them. Immediately I wished I could take them back. Not because they weren’t true. Because they were.
The machine buzzed steadily between us.
For a moment Nixx didn’t say anything.
Then his voice came quieter.
“JJ.”
I glanced up.
“Does he take your money?”
My hand froze for half a second. Not enough for him to miss it. Not enough for me to recover.
The silence stretched.
I focused on adjusting the machine instead of answering.
Nixx watched me for another second before speaking again.
“The tip I gave you at the bike festival…”
My stomach tightened.
“Were you able to keep it?”
I swallowed.
Then nodded once.
“Good.”
The word came immediately.
Certain.
Like he’d actually been worried about the answer.
I frowned slightly.
“What?
