Nixx
Benny took one look at the little box in my hand and started laughing.
“Don’t,” I warned him.
“I haven’t said anything.”
“You don’t need to. You’re making that f*****g face.”
He leaned against the garage workbench, grinning like an asshole. “You’ve checked the ring three times since I got here. Either you think somebody’s switched it or you’re nervous.”
I closed the box and slipped it into my jacket. “You want to help or not?”
His smile softened. “You know I do.”
The ring had been sitting in my possession for a week. Benny had come with me to choose it, mostly because I trusted him to tell me when I was being an i***t. The first one I pointed at had a stone high enough to snag on everything JJ touched. Benny reminded me that she worked with her hands all day and would have to
