Grant was standing out on the balcony, the wind blowing cool with moisture in the air. In the first moments after seeing Frankie again, he’d learned that he hadn’t grown as immune to him as he thought he had. One look at him stirred up all the old feelings. So much so that he couldn’t stand to be in the same room with Frankie and not touch him. That’s why he had to leave the dining room so abruptly, although he took a huge chance leaving them alone. What would Frankie tell Paris? Would he poison his mind against him? Just then, he heard something and turned around. There, standing just a few feet from him, were Paris and Frankie. With an anger rising inside him, he came in off the balcony and said, “The guest room is down the hall, Frankie. You should be comfortable there.”
“Let’s quit pl
