“And what you said about Natalia,” I whispered accusingly, pointing at Frankie and narrowing my eyes. “How was I supposed to know that Casper the Friendly Ghost was your college girlfriend?” “I’m walking away now.” I grabbed my drink off the bar top for the second time in as many minutes and made my way back in the direction of the dance floor. “I’m an asshole, okay?” Frankie admitted, catching up to me in one long stride. “You don’t say?” “But not for the reasons you think.”
