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After everyone sets down their phones and glances around the room, Lucky delivers lunch. We all dive into the burgers and fries like we haven’t eaten in days. Hell, there must be something about having a baby that brings out the hunger in men. (Not that kinda hunger.) Though, after my phone call earlier to the most beautiful woman in the world, and her confirming we could try for another baby, I’m feeling pretty fucking hungry, if you know what I mean.
Orval sits over on his stool, slowly dipping French fries in ketchup, and without a care in the world. He did that shit on purpose. Got us all riled up. It was probably a bunch of bullshit anyway. No one is late. No one is pregnant (for a change). He’s sitting over there, smug as shit, and laughing at all of us. He probably doesn’t even have a friend named Frank. Surely not one who was in theater or on television or married to a woman named Ava.
My heart pounds in my chest as I glance over that the ol’ kook. A small smile plays on his lips. Frank. Ava.
The. Fuck?
“You knew Frank Sinatra?” I demand from across the bar.
“Ol’ Frankie? Of course, I did. We went way back. Talented young man, he was,” Orval says softly, smiling wider now than ever before. “Who do you think taught him how to be such a ladies’ man?”
This man never ceases to surprise me…
