“That’s not a board game.” Frankie’s sharp voice met the shell of my ear. I lost my balance on the bag beneath me in an instant, yelping as my feet and head threatened to switch places. A strong arm wrapped around my waist and righted me before I could hit the ground, depositing me back on the hardwood floor beside him. “You scared the shit out of me.” I held a palm to my chest. “Boo,” he teased, trading me a glass of chilled white wine for the shoe box I miraculously still held onto.
