Her toy-like red sports car purred out front within a half hour. I knew she couldn't resist an adventure."Not sure we're going to be very inconspicuous in this moving firecracker," I teased her as I slid into the soft leather seat. She chuckled. "I could have brought the limo.""Guess we'll have to take our chances." I shook my head as Frankie maneuvered the little convertible out into the heavy Beach Drive traffic. "Speakin' of firecrackers, what's that little sister of yours up to tonight?""I left her minding the oven and playing fetch with Lucky on the sofa.""Lucky the cat? She plays fetch?""Yeah. With Mallory's hair ties. She is a funny little creature. Lots of personality. Really traumatized by this whole mess, though.""Animals understand more than we give 'em credit for, that's for sure," Frankie said. "Mallory okay with you leaving her out of tonight's fun?" "Yeah, she didn't mind. She's exhausted and we've got a whole lot of treats to bake this weekend. The boutique has been a mad house." Plus, she was still pouting about Sammy not calling her, but I didn't mention that.
