Clayton
We drive away from Frankie’s house in silence. I am wondering about the man I just watched her punch. Part of me feels a fit of bubbling jealousy and doesn’t like the idea of her talking to other men. Then there is what I heard. The part about ‘this pack deserves a leader that will not let its member get slowly murdered.’ I glance at Frankie, and she appears lost in her own thoughts. Sighing, I turn my attention back to the road.
We ride in silence to the restaurant I had picked. It’s a nice Italian restaurant. I park the car and get out and run to her side, but she is already out of the vehicle. I offer my arm, and she clings to me, and I swear she inhales. “Are you sniffing me?”
“You smell good,” She responds as her blue eyes sparkle.
“That’s good to know,” I chuckle dryly an
