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“See why I’m worried?” she replied.
Minutes later, Sebastian returned in jeans and a T-shirt and sat down on the sofa to put on his tennis shoes. “Whose car did you come here in?”
“Mine,” Skylar replied.
“Then we’re taking my car. You know how I hate squeezing into the back seat of yours.”
“Whatever you want.”
“And I don’t know if I want to go to the Grill. The last time I was there was when we took Genevieve.”
“That’s fine. I’m up for anything.”
“So am I,” Franky said. “Although, now that fish tacos were mentioned, I’m craving them badly.”
“You’re the one who mentioned them,” Skylar said with a laugh.
“There are no fish tacos in the world as good as Sunset Grill’s. How could I not bring them up?” Franky teased.
“Okay, fine.” Sebastian stood and grabbed his keys. “The Grill it is.”
“I was joking around, man.”
Skylar stood. “We can go somewhere else, Bash. Really.”
“I’ll have to go places we went together eventually. I guess now’s as good a time as any.”
“Only if you’re sure,” Skylar said.
“Let’s just go before I change my mind.”
They headed out to Sunset Grill in Holland, a lakeside restaurant owned by the Schultz family. It was a hidden gem among the area eating establishments, out of the way and quaint, a favorite among the locals, and the food was spectacular. Franky’s mouth watered just thinking about their menu selections.
Once inside, they went to the private dining room upstairs with windows overlooking Lake Michigan. Sometimes Franky and Skylar ate on the back deck with the customers, but most of the time, they chose this room to avoid lurking photographers, who sometimes focused their attention on the Schultz heirs. Usually, the paparazzi were focused on Gus and his tabloid-worthy ways, but they spent a fair share of time targeting Sebastian and Skylar as well, especially where their dating lives were concerned.
“Hey.” Franky elbowed Skylar as he perused the menu. “Fish tacos are okay to eat, right?”
She looked at him curiously. “Why wouldn’t they be?”
“I mean, as far as global warming goes. It’s not beef or beans.” He gave her a silly smirk.
“Oh my gosh, you are ridiculous.” Skylar playfully smacked his arm.
“What are you going on about?” Sebastian asked after he ordered fish tacos for himself and handed the waitress back the menu.
“Inside joke.” Franky made eye contact with Skylar, and it crossed his mind how pretty she was when she smiled at him the way she was right now.
His eyes turned to Sebastian, who was watching them with a look of concern. He wondered if Sebastian didn’t like him hanging around Skylar, and the promise he’d made to his friend all those years ago came to mind.
Throughout dinner, Franky and Skylar tried to keep the conversation going and stuck to surface topics like the weather and work to keep Sebastian distracted.
“Anything new regarding Gus’s trial?” Sebastian asked.
Franky nodded. “The lawyers are in discussions and getting things on the calendar. Milton had several witnesses who saw it all go down, so next up will be their depositions.”
“Do you think this will drag on?”
“These things can take time, sometimes months or even a year.”