A Fine Day
“Get up, Frankie. It’s a beautiful day.”
Frankie pulled the covers over his shoulders and shivered. “Beautiful? If you want to call freezing your ass off ‘beautiful,’ then yeah, it might be a beautiful day.”
Kate walked in with a cup of coffee, the steam rising from the hot liquid, and the aroma wafting through the apartment. “Ready to drink,” she said.
“And I’m ready to drink it,” Frankie said, “though I hoped you’d have woken me with a kiss, or something more.”
“A kiss? What the hell have you done to deserve a kiss?” Kate asked. “And you can forget about ‘something more.’ I cooked dinner, cleaned the always-messy house, and went to the grocery store. And the entire time, you and Alex sat on the couch and watched TV.”
“Always-messy? I’m insulted. My place is clean. Beside
