Willow’s P.O.V.
“So, you were Jessie’s babysitter for the last six years?” I asked, causing Jessie to groan loudly.
I stuck my straw between my teeth and pulled a long drink as I sat back and watched the action unfold.
“Only the last three years. The hardest damn job of my life,” Frank chuckled.
“You are so full of s**t,” Jessie moaned.
“Is that so? How often did I have to drag your ass back to your hotel room because you couldn’t walk?” Frank prodded.
“As if I would know, obviously I was too drunk to remember,” Jessie protested.
“That’s not my fault,” Frank poked back.
Frank turned towards me.
“It was like hauling around a twenty-year-old toddler,” he laughed.
I giggled at Frank’s comparison. Jessie and Frank fought like brothers making this entire exchange entertaining. I belie
