Chapter 47

Richard didn’t like it. He found that he was jealous of the coal haired man with green eyes. He shook it off. Julien was his Mate. He wouldn’t be looking elsewhere.

“My price is one of Isabel’s dinners,” Frankie said sheepishly.

Julien laughed. “Done. When you come back, you can stay for dinner. Bring your wife.”

“I’m gay, I have no wife. Know anyone?” Frankie asked hopefully.

“I know plenty of men.” Julien peered at Frankie’s green eyes. “But they are pretty picky. By any chance, is your mother a Celt?”