19
Frankie picked a leaf out of my hair as a server brought our martinis.
“You should have taken five minutes to clean up and brush your hair. You look like a cavewoman. You also looked like a cavewoman when you were fighting that bush.” He chuckled
“I wasn’t fighting it; I fell into it.”
“I distinctly witnessed a kick.”
“That was after I was free,” I growled, taking a long sip of my appletini. “It deserved it.” The stupid bush swallowed me whole after I fell from the tree. Twice.
“You know what I was thinking?”
“What?”
“It’s a good thing Ian doesn’t have a watchdog.”
“It never crossed my mind. I doubt he’s ever home long enough to own a pet.”
“What do we do now?” Frankie asked.
“Drink and plot. Only one or two drinks.”
“Remy hasn’t called back, has he?”
“No. He’s deliberately
