Will frowned as he set his beer down. "Dinner will be fine, Trey. Lighten up. He'll be down…here he is now," he said as he looked toward the entrance.
Kyle Martin stepped into the room dressed in kakis and a black polo shirt. His dark brown hair was on the long side and he had dark penetrating eyes. "Sorry for the delay,"
he said. "I had to take a call." He walked over to where Frankie and Johanna were sitting. "So, these are the two beautiful ladies who'll be joining us for dinner tonight? Too
bad you're a couple." He didn't wait for proper introductions, but immediately held out a hand to Johanna. "I'm Kyle Martin. And you are Johanna or Frankie?" he asked as his
eyes bore into hers.
Johanna gritted her teeth as she took the hand he offered. His tone of voice was cocky and every instinct in her body told her he was not who he pretended to be. Her assessment of him was now sealed and any thought she may have had of giving him the benefit of the doubt was now dissolved. His overall attitude revealed a man who thought
he was more than he actually was. Her growing dislike for him intensified. She met his gaze. He was extremely good looking and she supposed he used that to his advantage
whenever it benefited him, but his phony charm and looks would get him nowhere with her. "I'm Johanna and this is Frankie," she said motioning to Frankie who was seated on
the sofa next to her.
"Frankie, huh?" he remarked lifting an eyebrow as his eyes instantly moved to Frankie and swept over her. "Were your parents hoping for a son?" he asked with a slight smirk.
"Or does your name have a significance to your relationship with Johanna?"
Johanna and Trey sat stunned and Trey gripped his wine glass so tight Frankie thought it would break. Johanna seemed to wait expectantly for Frankie's response, knowing
that no input from her was necessary.
"Excuse me," Frankie answered coolly. "Are you always this rude?"
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