Busted
Chapter 1
"Hello," Frank said as he raised his cell phone to his ear.
"Hello yourself," came the familiar voice on the other end of the line. "Is the coast clear?"
He smiled. "Do I look like the Coast Guard?" he teased. He smiled as he heard her laugh.
"I've got some piping hot lasagna and other assorted goodies if no one else is around."
"If you're asking if Garrett and Baker are gone, the answer is yes. Come on up."
"See you in a few."
He met her at the door and gave her a quick cheek kiss. "It smells wonderful."
"Just the usual Wednesday night dinner," Adriana reminded as she pulled out a tablecloth and placed it on the small table in the back of his office. She set the table and lit a candle. "Can you open the wine?"
"You always think of everything," he said as he took a look at the wine label. "2005. It was a very good year."
"Yes it was," she agreed. "The year I got rid of my migraine."
Frank's eyebrows shot up. He looked at her questioningly.
"Divorce was final," she explained.
He nodded. "We never talk about that."
"Nothing to talk about. He cheated. I left."
"That's usually not what the Italian culture does."
"No, but I wasn't going to let anyone make a fool out of me."
"I did embarrass the parents. They seem to have gotten over it. At least they still take me out in public."
Frank smiled. "They adore you. And your father always makes me feel like I'm back in high school."
She giggled. "He is just very protective of his daughter. It's what fathers do."
"Yes, we do," he agreed.
"You have to understand my father. Mom and I are what he considers his women. No one is allowed to hurt us in any way. He takes it personally if that happens."
"And if someone does, they face the wrath of Gabriel D'Angelo."
"Pretty much," she agreed as she took a sip of wine.
Before she could set her glass down, the office door opened.
"Hey, Frank, did you see -"