Francine couldn't stop herself from gaping at the wrestling men. She still couldn't quite grasp what happened. If I didn't know better, I'd say Mitchell was jealous. Crazy, of course. He'd made it perfectly clear he didn't think of her that way.
What didn't surprise her was the way he'd yelled at her just like he would with his sister Naomi. A part of her wished she could dislike him. After all, look at the way he'd just treated her, and in front of the gorgeous looking stranger who rescued her. Heck, his reluctance to even be in the same room as her should have made kicking him to the curb a cinch. But, she couldn't stop her heart from beating faster, and her cleft from moistening as she watched the two big men trading blows. If only they would get naked as they fought. Talk about real entertainment.