Always Only You by Chloe Liese (z-lib.org).epub

Playlist: “Let’s See What The Night Can Do,” Jason Mraz
“I’M SORRY AGAIN ABOUT THIS MORNING,” FRANKIE SAYS QUIETLY.
I switch lanes and smile over at her when it’s safe to. “It’s okay, Frankie. I
get why you were upset. I channeled my inner dad on you a bit.”
Her hand plays idly with my hair at the nape of my neck. She has these little
ways that she touches me—twirling my hair around her fingers, sliding my palm
against hers in a steady rhythm—that make me feel like she’s wrapped me into
her sensory habits, her need to move and touch, and I can’t find a word to
explain how much that means to me. Emotion hitches in my throat as she leans
and presses a kiss to my neck.
“Zenzero,” she says against my skin. “Why won’t you tell me where we’re
going?”
Because it’s expensive, and after googling the restaurant, you’ll veto it.
My grip tightens on the steering wheel as her hand drifts up my thigh.
Dangerously high. “Hey. No seductive interrogation tactics while I’m driving.”
She laughs and nips my neck.
“It’s nothing revolutionary,” I manage, willing myself to stay focused on the
road. “Only somewhere to eat that’s completely private, so nobody will bug us
and there’ll be no bad press before you quit the team.”
Frankie sits back suddenly and lets loose a harsh, wet cough. Tugging her
sweater tighter around her, she stares out the window and idly rubs her throat.
Seasonal allergies, my ass. She’s coming down with something, probably that
crud Maddox spread around the team, and she’s hell-bent on denying it.
“Someplace private to eat is not very specific,” she says. “Am I dressed up
enough for it?”
I glance over at her, then back to the road. Beneath her gray sweater she
wears a black maxi-dress that pops against her skin. The neckline of her dress