An hour after dinner, Frank snagged her as she headed off to her tent. He had understandably been busy all day, but beyond that, he had felt aloof to her.
“Well, hi there, stranger,” she said.
Frank smiled. “Miss me?”
She loved the tiny dimples that formed on his face when he curled his lips. “No, not really,” she said, feigning a yawn.
He winked. “Yeah, I figured. I saw you gawking at old Bob during our meeting.”
“Well, he is nice to look at,” Sarah agreed.
“Hmm . . . I guess I’d better watch out then.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I see you’re getting around pretty good on that bum ankle of yours.”
“Yes, I’m doing fine, thank you. But I need to get it up and elevated so the good doctor won’t yell at me. Care to walk me to my mansion?”
Frank peered over his shoulder. “Um, sure.”
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