JJ
The first person to call me Mrs. Nixxon was the woman at the bakery, and I nearly left without my cinnamon rolls.
“Mrs. Nixxon?” she repeated, lifting the box.
Benny nudged my elbow. “Pretty sure that’s you, gorgeous.”
“Right.” I laughed as I accepted the order. “I’m still getting used to it.”
We’d been married less than twenty-four hours. I hadn’t updated a single government record, but that didn’t stop the name from sounding wonderful when somebody said it out loud.
Outside, Nixx was leaning against the SUV while Millie explained why the paper flowers from the wedding couldn’t possibly be thrown away. When he saw my face, he straightened.
“What happened?”
“Somebody called me Mrs. Nixxon, and I forgot to answer.”
His grin came slowly. “Better practice.”
“I like it,” Millie an
