Voracity, Chapter One
While at the yearly ski retreat with their partner, Frankie makes eyes with a pretty young woman.
“I don’t know why you always drag me along.”
“I’m not dragging you.” No, of course not. She picked me up and carried me to the car, when I refused to move from bed.
Regardless, I didn’t appreciate it, but I tolerate it because it’s her. I’m also quite fond of tall, statuesque women…
We were halfway down the steps before I realized it, but that’s what love does to you, I guess. Even after all these years. I’ve done some truly atrocious things in my life, things that would make my parents disown me, I’m sure.
Sometimes I question what makes me worthy of love. Nikita and my good friend, Dasha, insist it’s because I’m cute. Dominique, my other partner, called me charming and intelligent. I think she’d also agree I’m cute.
“You’re not just my bodyguard,” Nikita was saying when I switched focus on her. “And yes, I packed your medication.” Her death trap of a vehicle, a 1977 Pontiac Trans Am, roared to life, almost drowning out her next words. “You’re also my partner.”
