When she looked out of the window and saw Frank Rotelli jump from his BMW convertible and hurry towards the porch of her small house, she gave an audible sigh. She didn’t know why, Frank was one of the nicest guys around, a successful corporate accountant who volunteered so much of his time to BBR that some donors assumed he was a staff member. But she always got that eerie kind of queasy feeling whenever he would first appear. Within seconds it would pass, and she would always wonder where did it come from to begin with, but it never failed to come. “Hey, Frank, what’s up?” she said when she opened the door. “What’s up yourself,” he said with a grand smile and removed his sunglasses to reveal big, sparkling blue eyes. “Demps told me y’all were back. I just got back from a business trip myself.” He looked down the length of her. “I couldn’t wait to see you again.” Gina hated when he spoke that way, just hated it, but he always seemed to realize his error and would quickly move on. Which he did this time, too. “The reason why I couldn’t wait ,”
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