He kept staring at her, thinking he’d like to bring Cal in on this. He and Vi would be home from their honeymoon in three days.
But people were getting whacked; Cal was a new husband, new father.
He couldn’t bring Cal into this.
It was Sal. Sal and Benny.
Fuck.
“I don’t like this,” he told her.
“It won’t take long,” she replied. “I think Tandy’s crew has laid the groundwork.” She leaned into him. “And it might turn out to be nothing. It might not be Bierman and Tenrix. It might be he’s just a massive dick. It might be the hits have nothing to do with this or each other. It might just be Wyler has bad luck and attracts crazy people, and then I’ll have another decision to make ’cause I won’t want to work for a place like that, even from a home office in Chicago.”
Ben kept staring at her, knowing that was not in the realm of possibility. The company was big, but there were too many coincidences. It had to fit together.
He just didn’t want Frankie being the one to fit it together.
Even so, knowing his baby, he had no choice.
So he said, “You make no move without me knowin’ about it.”
She grinned, bent in, and touched her mouth to his, a light in her eyes he did not like and her body wired a different way.
No fear. All in. Raring to go.
Fucking Frankie.
Moving back, she said softly, “Okay.”
“I gotta fill Sal in on all this shit.”
She nodded and repeated, “Okay.”
“I’m close for the long haul,” he told her, and her head tipped to the side.
“What about the restaurant?”
“Pop and Manny are on it.”
“Is that gonna be okay?” she asked.
“My other choice is…?” he asked back.
“Well…Sal,” she answered, and his fingers dug into her hips.
“I keep you safe.”
That got him another soft look before she whispered, “My Benny.” Then suddenly, her head jerked and she asked, “What did you do with Gus?”
“Put him in your second bedroom when I got here.”
Her eyes got huge again, this time in a way he liked, and she asked loudly, “You brought him?”
“Not gonna leave him behind for an indeterminate stay with Mrs. Zambino. He might forget who’s payin’ for his puppy chow.”
“Oh my God!” she cried, and he lost her straddling his lap since she jumped off and ran toward the hall.
Ben let his head drop back to the couch and, again, looked at the ceiling, wondering if he’d gone insane.
He turned his head to the side and saw Frankie come in, cuddling and cooing at Gus, no shoes, skintight, sexy, don’t-fuck-with-me business dress (that in about five minutes he was going to peel off of her), her mane of hair pulled back at the top, wild with curls at the bottom, and he knew he hadn’t gone insane.
He’d gone and got himself pussy-whipped.
“I haven’t paid a pet deposit,” she announced.
“That gonna be a problem?” he asked in reply, and she gave him a huge smile.
“No, seein’ as I have no qualms with them evicting me early.”
He liked that answer a fuckuva lot so he ordered, “Come here, Frankie.”
“Though, they do, while I instigate my heretofore unmined sleuth powers to uncover probably highly felonious acts at a major, multinational pharmaceutical company, the commute is gonna be a bitch.”
“Come here, Francesca.”
She again tipped her head to the side. “Has Gus been walked?”
Fuck.
He hadn’t.
Ben folded out of the couch and ordered, “Go get some flip-flops.”
“I can walk him in heels.”
He cut his eyes to her. “You put those heels on to walk Gus, you’ll find yourself ass to the hood of the first car we pass, giving your neighbors a show. You want to give your man a break from all that”—he threw a hand her way—“you put on flip-flops and I might be able to control it until I get you and our dog back through the front door.”
She grinned her I-have-a-secret-and-I-wanna-moan-it-in-your-ear grin and replied, “I’ll get some flip-flops.”
“Good call,” he muttered.
She bent to put Gus to the floor, torturing Benny by giving him a direct view of her ass with her tight skirt stretching tighter, thankfully straightened, turned, and walked back toward the hall.
Gus looked at Benny, then down the hall toward Frankie and immediately started waddle-trotting after her.
She came out in flip-flops, got some plastic bags just in case, and they took Gus for a walk.
After, Ben made it all the way to her bed before he peeled off her dress.
Twenty-five minutes later, when he made her come, she moaned her secret into his ear.