Page 126 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“Xander,” I say, because this is getting ridiculous.

He glances at me. “What?”

“You can’t keep buying us things.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s weird.”

“It’s bread and coffee, Willow. Not a private jet.”

“That’s not the point.”

Nina is no help whatsoever.

She takes a bite of cinnamon roll and says around it, “I think it’s nice.”

“Of course you do. You’re benefiting.”

She nods serenely. “Correct.”

I look at Xander. “Stop encouraging her.”

“I’m not encouraging her,” he says. “I’m feeding her.”

We end up near the fountain again, bags in hand, Daisy flopped dramatically at my feet like she’s completed military service and deserves a pension.

Nina crouches to adjust the strap of one of her tote bags and glances up at Xander. “You’re different than I expected.”

I tense, because that could go anywhere.

Xander doesn’t. “That’s either flattering or not.”

“It’s both,” she says.

He huffs a laugh.

She straightens. “Willow makes you sound impossible.”

I stare at her in horror. “Nina.”

“What? You do.”

“That’s not⁠—”

“It’s mostly accurate,” Xander says.

I turn to him. “You’re supposed to deny that.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s how social interaction works.”

“I think we’ve established I’m not especially interested in how social interaction works.”

“Trust me,” I say dryly. “I know.”

Nina’s smile turns softer then, less teasing, more thoughtful. “She also doesn’t talk about many people more than once.”