I cross my arms over my chest, very aware of his eyes on me. “You really don’t have to go, Nix.”
 
 One corner of his mouth tips up, amused. “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Mac.”
 
 He leans forward and presses his lips to my forehead, and I suck in a breath, unsure what to do. I don’t have to worry though. In his next breath, Nixon picks up his chubby puppy and heads for my front door. “Night, Mac. Sweet dreams.”
 
 “Night, Nix,” I whisper so softly, I doubt he even hears me.
 
 “Lock up behind me,” he adds as the door clicks shut, and I’m left frozen in place, wondering what the hell just happened.
 
 Kroydon Hills Hospital is pulling out all the stops tonight for their annual fundraiser, and you know how much all the beautiful people in this town love to show up for a good cause. We all know what that means, don’t we? According to my calculations, if we take one-part stunning sirens donning gorgeous gowns, add a shot of delicious men in sexy suits, and shake just right, we’re bound to create the tastiest cocktail.
 
 Stay tuned for the results . . .
 
 #KroydonKronicles
 
 NIXON
 
 Hendrix
 
 Dude. I heard you’ve got a smoking hot date tonight with your team captain’s little sister. Thought you were supposed to be the smart brother.
 
 Maddox
 
 Well, we know you’re not talking about Leo.
 
 Leo
 
 The fuck? I’m smart.
 
 Callen
 
 Sure you are, man.
 
 Nixon
 
 This shit again?
 
 Hendrix
 
 Is it again if it’s the first time I’m hearing about it?
 
 Leo
 
 And you thought you were smarter than me.
 
 Hendrix
 
 I am smarter than you.
 
 Leo
 
 Fuck you all. I’m smart enough not to date Easton Hayes’s little sister.
 
 Nixon
 
 We’re not dating.
 
 Maddox