Frank decided: he was OK with she calling him Frankie. He was OK with a lot of what Lauren said and did, to a point. He liked the way she moved, including how she padded around barefoot in the kitchen.<br/><br/>"Evasive? That's my middle name."<br/><br/>Frank grinned as Lauren cooked up a storm.<br/><br/>"You'd make a fine wife, Lauren."<br/><br/>OK. Enough stalling. Frank would spoon feed her a little more.<br/><br/>"Fine. I'm working with someone in the DA's office. I didn't want to tell you that because you probably don't trust the law anymore than you trust the boys at the Moxey."<br/><br/>Frank refilled both their coffee mugs. "That's it. Stop asking me for more. You wanna do something with your mouth? Eat."