“Frankie…” “Don’t you Frankie me.” It came out more heated than I intended, but at the same time…nowhere near as angry as I really was. “I’ll grab a shower and warm up. If you guys would put my bags in here, I’ll also take care of undressing and redressing myself.” He paused, eyeing me. “But what I won’t do,” I continued, dropping my folded arms as I stood and poked him in the chest, thumping him once for each item on my list, “is be given orders, hauled around like a sack of potatoes, or be snapped at because I was having fun.” He backed up a couple of steps but I wasn’t done, so when he
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