#Chapter 53 - Brothers

“What the hell, Frankie!” I hiss, leaning over the bar to smack him on the arm. “Why didn’t you tell me that!?” He grins at me, pleased at his little trick. “You didn’t ask, Bambs. Come on, you ready to go home? I’ll let you make me dinner.” I scowl at him, but I admit – it’s hard to be mad at him when he smiles at me like that. So I move around the bar to where he’s waiting, and I take his arm and let him lead me out to the car. Our ride home is quiet, but pleasant – Frankie lets me decompress from my day. But I can’t help glancing at him again and again, and eventually he catches me. “What?” he asks, smirking at me. “Well, you two don’t act like brothers,” I say, crossing my arms. “Are you messing with me?” “No,” he says, his grin deepening. “And Andre and I – we’re not super close. He’s a lot older than me and we have different moms,” he shrugs. “It’s sort of a brother by name thing. But he’s a good guy – I respect him, I trust him as far as I need to. But yeah, we’re not like