Andre gives me off lunch shift the next day since we were there until an insane hour, and when I meet Frankie in the kitchen yawning and seeking coffee, it’s far past lunch time.
“I hate you,” Frankie murmurs, handing me my coffee as he rubs his eyes. “You’re throwing off my sleep schedule, Bambi. I’m no longer getting my ten hours a night, and it’s ruining my usually sunny demeanor. And my glowing complexion.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, smirking at him as I wrap my hands around my coffee cup and plop my butt down onto a stool. “Do we finally get to see Dark Frankie?”
“Do you want to see Dark Frankie?” he asks me, raising a wicked eyebrow as he walks around the counter, his movements graceful. My eyes move immediately to his muscled back, the way that t-shirt slides over his trim muscles.
I bit
