Benny
Nixx had apparently decided folding chairs were a personal insult.
“There’s nothing wrong with the chairs,” I told him.
“One of them rocks.”
“Then don’t sit in it.”
“We’re not sitting. We’re standing.”
“Then why the f**k are you worried about chairs?”
He gave me a look and carried the offending chair into the house. I’d seen him prepare for dangerous club business with less fuss than he was putting into three chairs nobody intended to use.
We’d chosen the backyard because JJ wanted somewhere familiar, and because all three of us agreed the promises belonged to us before we made any in public. Hannah had taken Millie to spend a few hours with Charlie and Bryce after promising her she wasn’t missing a surprise party. Millie had inspected our clothes before leaving and told me m
