Chapter 53 - Brothers

• “What the hell, Frankie!” I hiss, leaning over the bar to smack him on the arm. “Why didn’t you tell me that!?”
• He grins at me, pleased at his little trick. “You didn’t ask, Bambs. Come on, you ready to go home? I’ll let you make me dinner.”
• I scowl at him, but I admit – it’s hard to be mad at him when he smiles at me like that. So I move around the bar to where he’s waiting, and I take his arm and let him lead me out to the car.