“You’re hopeless,” his mouth says but his eyes shine with warmth.
“I know, but you love me.”
Marie finally can’t take it anymore. “Oh, my God, stop it. You’re sending me into a sugar coma and that says something, considering I eat chocolate for a living.” She hooks her arm in Frankie’s and drags him away, yelling over her shoulder. “I’ll return your man in one piece.”
I stay there, looking after them long after they’ve disappeared out of sight. Then I take a detour past a coffee shop before returning to my car. I haven’t even started the engine when the first text from Frankie lights up my phone. It’s a picture of him and Marie, each holding a glass of champagne. The message reads, I could get used to flying fancy class.
With a lingering smile, I drive back home.
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