Nixx
Her last message glowed against my palm.
His hands.
I read it again, though the words had not changed.
Across the motel room, Benny worked at the table beneath the window, one laptop open to traffic records and another showing a county map. He had been talking for the last minute. I had heard none of it.
JJ wanted Nixx’s hands.
She had already admitted she wanted Nixx to kiss her. Tonight, speaking to Roy, she had confessed that sometimes she wished the two men could be combined. She wanted Nixx’s presence and Roy’s understanding.
Then she had chosen my hands.
Not knowing they had already been on her.
The memory returned with enough force to tighten every muscle in my body. Her breast shifting beneath my open palm with each breath. The concentration on her face while she pret
