Captive of My Mafia Crush
I say, giving a little half-smile, “but Frankie flirts with everything that walks, doesn’t he?”
Lucy bursts out laughing. “And some things that don’t.” She sighs a little, looking over at him. “Aw, I mean – forgive me for saying it, Bamb- I mean…Iris,” she gives me a chagrined little grimace for messing up my name, and I wave it off. “But…I was kind of happy to think that the two of you were starting something. Frankie is the best – I was happy to see him meet a nice girl.”
“Yeah, he really is the best,” I murmur, looking over to him. But then I look back at Lucy, frowning a little because…