“I think you mean BFF.”
“No, Frankie told me BBF.”
“What does that stand for?”
“He said he calls himself BBF because he’s bronze, beautiful and fabulous.”
I chuckled. “I wouldn’t take everything you hear from Frankie as truth.”
Minutes later, Sergio pulled up to the Lost City Casino. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Remy leaning against the limo. Even when leaning he appeared way too tall and muscular to be able to fit into the driver’s seat properly. And he wasn’t holding back his disapproving scowl at the moped and the shiny-haired man driving it. His dark eyes surveyed the man intensely while his olive skin grew rigid under the strain of his fierce frown.
I couldn’t recall ever seeing Remy with such a fierce face and was completely confused at what would cause such a reaction. Es
