Christmas in Coconut Creek (Dirty Delta, #1)

by Karissa Kinword

Over Frankie’s shoulder there was movement in the backyard next door. An older man was watering a crop of tomato plants and stealing glances at the two of us out of the corner of his eye. I waved tentatively, causing Frankie to turn and look as well. “Shit.” He sighed under his breath. “Come here.” “Huh?” “Come here,” Frankie whispered more aggressively at me, pulling me closer and wrapping a forearm around my lower waist. He dialed on a smile and waved over the fence at the graying man. “How are you this morning, Mr. Barry?” “Oh, just fine Francesco,” the man shouted back in an accent I couldn’t place. Frankie squeezed me harder, until I was tripping over my feet and steadying myself with a palm on his stomach. “What are you doing?” I complained. “All right, you have a great day! Tomatoes look fantastic!” he yelled over me, and then steered the both of us back in the direction of the sliding glass door. “What was that about?” “Let’s just say our neighbor thinks Cap and I are more than buddies. You’re a good decoy. Gino’s probably already on the phone with the rest of the geezers from clubhouse bingo telling them about the ten in my backyard.” “So, you owe me one.” “What’s that saying? You touch my dick, I’ll touch⁠—” “What is it with you and dicks?” I laughed. “Gino might be onto something.”