“Nothing’s going on here,” Nico snaps, turning and heading out the door without another word or look at me. “We’ll be in touch! Don’t leave the property!”
“Yeah, yeah!” Frankie calls after Nico before turning to me and rolling his eyes. “He talks to me like I’m eight.”
“Well,” I say, crossing my arms and smirking at him. “Sometimes you act like you’re eight.”
Frankie’s face bursts into a grin. “Touche, Bambita,” he says, bringing the luggage into the house and shutting the door behind him.
I exhale a long breath, hoping he doesn’t notice because…well, it’s just me and Frankie now. All alone.
“Where do you want this stuff?” Frankie asks, looking between the two final bags, either not acknowledging the awkward situation or not noticing it.
“Bag here,” I say, reaching for the cloth ba
