Frankie didn’t answer but pulled his cell phone from his pocket, his face falling into a grimace when the device didn’t turn on. "And get more guys here!" he yelled after Big Tommy in the dining room.
"Sure thing, boss."
In the next second, Frankie had lifted me up in his arms and I wrapped my legs around his waist. "Do you think you should carry me like this?" I asked.
His only answer came as a growl, and I decided not to push him any further. I enjoyed being in his arms even if I worried about his strength after being tased.
Frankie carried me right to his office, slowly deposited me on the couch in the far corner and then picked up a similar pacing pattern as I’d used less than an hour earlier.