Page 33 of More Than a Billionaire

“What about him?”

“Did you two ever date?” Curiosity was written all over his face.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We were just friends.”

“You never thought about it?”

“Maybe.” Having him ask her about another guy felt strange.

“You’d make a nice-looking couple. He’s a strapping young lad.” He said it jokingly, but it annoyed her that he seemed to be encouraging her toward Luca.

“Okay, yes, I thought about it. He’s a good-looking guy, and I have eyes.”

A hint of a frown touched his face but disappeared as quickly.

“Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

Back in the cabin, Skylar ran a brush through her hair, added a little powder to her face and blush to her cheeks, and applied a fresh coat of lip gloss. All the while, she couldn’t stop wondering about Franky’s questions. Oh, how she wished she could read his mind because she was dying to know what was behind all that.

“Ready?” Franky asked through the door.

She took a deep breath, shook off the feeling, and they headed out to dinner.

Everything about the restaurant looked the same as it had when Skylar was little. Of course, they’d made slight improvements to it over the years, but it still held its original charm. The dining room was quaint and classy with dark wood tables surrounded by deep brown high-back cushioned chairs and decorated with centerpieces of candles and lengths of leafy garland. The room was filled with Labor Day weekend guests, but Rose and Ari had a private table reserved for her and Franky when they arrived and proceeded to spoil them all evening long.

“This is delicious,” Franky commented on the filet mignon he was currently devouring.

Skylar nodded as she sipped her merlot. “Everything is amazing here.”

Franky closed his eyes and savored another bite. “This was a very good idea.”

She smiled at him when he opened his eyes again.

Luca walked through the door and across the edge of the room then. They made eye contact, and he gave her a wink as he passed by. She smiled in reply, but when she looked at Franky again, his posture had turned rigid.

“If you want to ask him to join us, be my guest.” Franky’s tone seemed clipped.

“Why would I do that? He’s working.”

He shrugged his shoulders and took a large gulp of his wine before turning his attention back to dinner.

Was he jealous? The thought sent a thrill through her. What she wouldn’t give for him to care enough about her to be jealous when another man showed her attention.

“We should start the fire,” Franky said when they returned from dinner.

Skylar laughed. “It’s not that cold out.” The temperature was in the low sixties, and there wasn’t much of a chill within the cabin.

“You can’t stay in a cabin with a fireplace and not use it, can you?”

“I guess not.”

Franky headed toward the door, and Skylar walked over and pressed the button beside the gas fireplace, and it blazed to life.

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