“It looks like a bomb went off in here.” “Jesus Christ,” I gasped with a hand over my chest. I turned to find Frankie lying on the bed with his hands under his head, surrounded by the disarray of my belongings and half-opened suitcase. “I appreciate the sentiment, beautiful. But you can just call me Frankie.” “Get out.” I pointed a finger toward the door. “You know, there are perfectly good drawers for all of this?” He began rooting around in the pile next to him until something caught his eye. “Yeah, well I didn’t exactly expect to have a man in my bed this morning.” “Surprise,” he replied,
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