Freedom Fight: Beginnings Series Book 9 by Jacqueline Druga Read Free Book Online Page B

the recall of that memory and he continued. “Yeah, he dropped off Lindsay to get her nails done and he went off running around. When he arrived home, you, me, and Hal were there waiting. We went out drinking before the dinner.”
    “Jimmy totally forgot what he did with her. Man, I thought they weren’t getting married. She was so pissed.”
    “He kept telling us the same thing. There was something he was forgetting.”
    Robbie chuckled. “It was a good thing for Jimmy that Hal was such the word man. He talked her out of being mad.”
    “Yeah, the big dick. He blamed it all on me. Lindsay hated me from that moment on.” Frank felt Ellen stir in his arms. “Hey, I gotta go. Talk to you later.”
    “Be careful out there.”
    “I will. Thanks Robbie.” Frank shut off the phone and extended his arm, laying it down above his and Ellen’s heads. He slowed down getting comfortable and stared at a sleeping Ellen. Frank’s mind drifted and he smiled, thinking back to his brother Jimmy’s wedding weekend. How long ago was that? Eleven, twelve years? Thinking of the length of time it had been, Frank’s mind went back . . .
     
    “Frank.”
    Frank held a bottle of beer as he sat at the bar in the restaurant the night of the rehearsal dinner. He ignored the call of his name.
    “Frank,” The male voice called him again, this time tapping him on the shoulder.
    “Go away, Hal. I’m still pissed at you. Fuckin Lindsay reamed my ass out for nothing.”
    “Come on, Frank. I brought you a peace offering.”
    Grunting and holding his beer, Frank spun around on his stool. Hal stood there with woman, a smaller built woman, with long brown hair, and a prominent chest. Frank’s eyes hit there first then moved to Hal.
    Hal grinned arrogantly, looking so much like his father. “This is Jennifer.”
    Frank hid his snicker and shook the woman’s hand. “Nice to meet you.”
    Hal had his hand on Jennifer’s back. “She likes big guys. Stand up Frank.”
    “What?”
    “Stand up. Jennifer, if you think I’m tall . . . stand up Frank. Come on.”
    Frank, grumbling stood from the stool. He towered over her and smiled a fake smile.
    Jennifer giggled. “Whoa.”
    Hal nodded. “Told ya. And . . . he’ll be wearing his uniform at the wedding.” Hal’s eyes rose. “She likes big guys in uniforms.”
    “Hal says you’re a general in the Army,” Jennifer said.
    Frank nearly choked on his beer. “Hal exaggerates. I’m a Lt. General. Hal . . .” Frank grabbed his brother’s arm. “Jennifer, excuse us.” He pulled Hal off to the side. “What the hell are you doing?”
    “Fixing you up,” Hal said. “It’s the least I can do. She’s cute.”
    “Why do I need fixed up?”
    “You need a date for the wedding tomorrow. Even Dad has a date.”
    “Dad always has a date. What about your date?”
    “Eh, Dad says his date’s open game. I plan on hitting on her unless you want to.”
    “No, you go right ahead and hit on the old broad. I don’t need a date.”
    “All right.” Hal took a deep breath. “Think about it. Sit at the bar and talk to Jennifer. You might hit it off.” He leaned to Frank. “Check out her boobs, Frank.” Hal cupped his hands in front of his own chest and mouthed the word, ‘huge’, then nodded and grinned. “Go for it, big brother.” Hal gave a swift pat to his arm and moved on.
    Frank walked back over to the bar where Jennifer was seated. He sat next to her and grabbed his beer. Silently he sat, listening to her ramble on about something he couldn’t recall, downing his beers quickly, and grateful when he heard his father’s voice behind him.
    “Slow down.” Joe laid his hand on Frank’s back and smiled at Jennifer. His eyes immediately shifted to the hard-to-miss chest. “Who’s your friend?”
    “Dad, Jennifer. Jennifer, my Dad.”
    Joe extended his hand to Jennifer. “Joe Slagel.”
    Jennifer smiled with a tilted head. “You’re tall too. Are you a general also like your