Frank still tasted her lips on his, even as he called Philadelphia. He kept running his tongue along his lips as he waited for someone to answer. He watched the lovely Lauren as she padded around, leggy and barefoot in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Miles here."<br/><br/>"Eddie Miles! Frank Malzone here."<br/><br/>Frank paced throughout the conversation as Lauren cooked. The two of them moved around the kitchen as if choreographed. Frank would lift the phone cord whenever Lauren needed to get somewhere.<br/><br/>Miles handed the phone to Tubby Smith when Miles was unable to help Frank.<br/><br/>"Malzone! Where are you now?"<br/><br/>"New Mexico. Look, have you heard what Proctor has been doing lately?"<br/><br/>*****"****<br/>Frank ate in silence. The food that Lauren prepared was very good. But he was realizing now that Lauren's fears might be right.<br/><br/>He knew that Lauren would pick up on his vibes. Frank was also angry because his current mood overshadowed what was a helluva kiss.<br/><br/>When the dishes were cleared, Frank took Lauren by her soft hands in the middle of the kitchen.<br/><br/>"It wasn't Proctor. Melvin isn't Proctor. I don't know what to think. Unless Connors is also going by Melvin."<br/><br/>Frank brushed some wayward red hair from her pretty face. "I'm not taking you back. Fuck the money. It's going to piss them off but fuck that. I'm not taking my eyes off you doll."