Nix shrugs. “I didn’t like the way he was talking to you. The guy set my Spidey senses off. Besides, it will make my momma happy if I go to the gala, and now I have a reason to go. What time am I picking you up?” “You’re Spidey senses? You really should get that looked at, Nixon.” I put my key in the lock and smile back at him.
