I didn’t know what to think about that. I barely knew Nick, but it was sweet and a bit disarming.

Roxy was concerned and offered up her apartment as a place to crash, but that was also shot down when Jax announced that I was “crashing” at his place, before he disappeared into the stockroom.

“You’re staying with Jax?” she asked as we stood in the narrow hall. “Like staying at his place?”

“I guess so—for tonight.” I paused, frowning. “And last night, too.”

Her eyes got huge behind her glasses. “You stayed the night with him last night? And he took your drinking cherry the night before?”

“Well, yeah . . .”

A wide grin appeared. “Are you guys together?”

I didn’t answer, because Jax had come out of the liquor room, carrying several bottles. His eyes narrowed on us as he strolled past, but there was a small grin on his full lips. He winked at me.

My tummy fluttered, because my tummy was dumb.

“You know, he really is a great guy,” she said, not like I didn’t already realize that. “Like the kind that really has your back. Last year, Reece . . .” She said his name with a pause that caused my eyebrow to rise. “He was in an officer-involved shooting. Totally legit, but you know, I think shooting someone kind of messes with your head. Jax was totally there for him.”

Now both of my brows were in my hairline. Damn. I didn’t know what to say to that.

She grabbed my hand and pulled me into the office. “So you two are together.”

“No. I mean, I don’t know.” I squeezed my eyes shut and took a breath. “I guess we are. Kind of.”

“Kind of?” Her brows shot up over her black rims. “Either you’re together, like one-on-one with rules.”

“Rules?”

“Yeah, like you’re only seeing each other.”

Oh. There was the fourth duh of the day. “We haven’t discussed that.”

“Then you’re fuck buddies?” she asked, eyes narrowing.

My cheeks heated. “I don’t think we’re that, either.” Or were we? I mean, it wasn’t like anything was labeled or discussed or anything.

“Okay.” Roxy patted my arm, and I blinked away thoughts of fuck buddies. “I can so tell that being fuck buddies would not be cool with you. So that leaves, you guys are together, as in dating, as in seeing how it goes?”

“That sounds about right. We’re going out tomorrow, to Apollo’s.”

She clapped. “Oh, that’s a damn good place. Great steaks.”

“That’s what I hear,” I murmured.

“Fuck buddies don’t take each other to Apollo’s.” Her lips slipped down at the corners. “They take each other to places like Mona’s. Trust me, I know.”

I noticed that frown, but she went on. “Apollo’s is for those dating who are serious. Like as in, the guy knows what kind of coffee you like in the morning and how you like it. Apollo’s is impressive. And did I mention the steaks were great?”