Nixx
The words had barely left my mouth before JJ’s smile changed into the kind that usually meant I was about to regret giving her ammunition.
“Figure out what?” she asked. “Whether you’re Benny-s****l?”
Benny made a strangled sound beside her, and I rubbed a hand over my face. “I already f*****g hate that term.”
“You’re the one having the identity crisis,” JJ reminded me.
“I am not having an identity crisis.”
Benny grinned. “That sounded exactly like something a man having an identity crisis would say.”
“Both of you can f**k off.”
Neither looked remotely interested in doing that.
JJ was still sitting between us on the couch, but the distance suddenly annoyed me. We had spent enough time arranged like three separate people discussing something that clearly wasn’t separate anymore
