“Already.”
His eyes tracked over the lines wrapping around his arm.
“I can’t wait to come back.”
The sincerity in his voice warmed something inside me that had been cold for a very long time.
He stood and stretched before pulling his wallet from his back pocket.
Then he produced a business card.
“My number.”
He set it on the workstation.
“Go through your books and figure out when you want to do the next session.”
I glanced down at the card.
Then back up at him.
“Okay.”
“How much do I owe you?”
“Six hundred.”
He didn’t even blink.
Instead he pulled several bills from his wallet and laid them on the station.
When I counted them, my eyes widened.
“A thousand?”
Nixx shrugged.
“You earned it.”
“I can’t—”
“Sure you can.”
I started separating the extra money from the stack,
