Page 91 of Tangled Emotions

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Page 91 of Tangled Emotions

“Oh no. We’ll make it for dinner, and talk, and it’ll be great. Then we’ll go to our room and talking will be optional.”

“Fuck me.”

“I plan to.”

With one more soft kiss, he closed my door and went around to get in. The drive is peaceful, and once we pulled into the Port Stella Country Club, he let the valet take it. Frank offered me his arm as he escorted me into the country club. We made our way to the restaurant, and a hostess greeted us.

“Welcome to the Sailing Fusion. Do you have a reservation?”

“We do.” Frank nodded. “It’s under Holliday.”

“Wonderful.” She picked up two menus and faced us. “If you’ll please follow me.”

She led us to our table, and I noticed Greg, Lori, and their two sons at a table.

My body stiffened, and I hated that I felt anything other than pleasure while out with Frank.

His hand was on my lower back, and he must’ve felt the change. “Baby? What’s wrong?”

“Just saw someone who pisses me off.”

“Forget them. You’re here with me.”

“Will this table work for you, Mister Holliday?”

“Darling?” He looked at me.

I gave a nod and slid into the round booth. He slid beside me, our legs touching, and he wrapped an arm behind me.

“One menu is fine.” He let the hostess know and turned his attention to me.

“Yes, sir.” She smiled and walked off with the extra menu.

“What’s good here?”

I looked around and leaned closer. “Nothing really, and it’s all overpriced.”

He threw his head back, laughing.

“Doc!” A young boy walked by our table with Greg.

“Peter.” He smiled at the young boy and gave him a fist bump.

The small boy slipped into the booth next to Frank. “Hey Doc. Is this your special date?”

Frank turned his smile to the man as he spoke. “This is my special date.”

“Wow.” Peter smiled. “Matt’s so lucky.”

Frank leaned in and play whispered. “I think I’m the lucky one.”

Clearing his throat, Greg interrupted the duo. “You’re the infamous Doc we’ve heard about.”

Wait.Frankis Doc?

Frank moved Peter as they both slipped out from the booth and he offered Greg his hand. “Frank Holliday. And you are?”

“Greg Stevens.”




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