“You know you don’t really have to come to the gala with me. If he asks, I’ll tell him we’re just friends. I’m not sure why you did that.” 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. Almost flirting . . . almost. Because I don’t flirt. I’m not really sure I’d even know how. And I certainly wouldn’t know how to do
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