Captive of My Mafia Crush
Frankie quips, jerking his thumb at me, his sense of humor seeming to come back now a bit more now that we’re all apparently united on the same side.
“Watch it,” Christian growls, but I can hear the humor in his voice. Frankie just grins at him, and then at me. I wrinkle my nose at him, pleased that we seem to be back on joking terms.
“Come on,” Lucy says, getting to her feet and tugging at Tony’s hand. “I really do want to see it. This house is…” she grimaces a little, I think unintentionally, as she looks around, “very quaint, but the location is amazing. I’d like to see the beach, get some fresh air.”