Frankie
"Frankie? Can we talk?" Ari said softly as she approached me in the locker room.
Everyone had left for the night, and I was cleaning up the space before calling it myself.
I looked up, surprised. Ari had been avoiding me ever since the incident in her office. We all had done what we agreed to do, but nothing had been acted upon or discussed since.
In fact, it had been damn awkward between all of us.
I set down the mop and leaned against the lockers, studying her face. "Sure." I kept my voice carefully neutral.
Ari fidgeted with the strap of her tank, avoiding my gaze. "I know things have been...strained between us." Her voice was barely above a whisper. "And I'm sorry."
I raised an eyebrow, surprised at her apology. "You're sorry?" I tried to mask my skepticism.
"I never asked you. I never took the time to discuss Bones and Lotto, and what that all meant for you and me."
"You and me?" I parroted.
