“All right.” Frankie sat up. “I really want to get your opinion on them. Do you have time to look at what I’ve done so far?”
“You bet. I’d love to.”
“Let me grab my laptop and I’ll be right back.” Frankie went inside.
Harper tossed Archie one more tiny piece of chip. “That’s it, baby. No more. I’m sure they aren’t good for you. Besides, you have that whole basket of goodies in there from Mr. Mitch next door.”
Frankie returned and sat next to Harper. She opened up a new window that displayed four different logos, all using the initials LP. “What do you think? Which one are you immediately drawn to?”
“Hey, these are nice.” Harper studied the screen. She pointed to the one that looked like metal. “That one pops out at me the most, but these are all really good. I’m impressed.”
“Thanks, that’s my favorite, too.” Frankie smiled. “They still need some refining, but I want to show them to Lucas and see what he thinks.”
“And when are you doing that?”
“Right before we go out to dinner.” Frankie pursed her lips like she was trying not to smile.
Harper’s mouth fell open. “You’re going out to dinner with him? When were you going to tell me that?”
“I just did.” Frankie laughed. “He invited me to try out this new place that’s opening up. The restaurant owners invited him. It feels like a big deal, but I really think he meant it as something casual. I don’t have a clue what to wear. I didn’t really bring going-out clothes.”
“What about that sundress?”
“I can’t wear that again.”
“Why not? Men don’t remember stuff like that. And with a few different accessories, you can make it look different. Or we’ll find something else.” Harper stood, confident she had a few things her sister could borrow. Not to mention the stash in the second master closet. “Come on. Let’s go see what we can come up with.”
ChapterForty-Five
Frankie wasn’t sure how her sister had done it, but she’d turned a simple black beach coverup into a cute little black dress perfect for dinner out. The lacey black number paired with a black tank top and black capri leggings somehow looked chic and cool and intentional. Not at all like a swimsuit coverup.
The gold chain belt, gold hoop earrings, and gold sandals jazzed the look up a lot. Harper had helped her put it all together. The coverup, belt, and earrings had been procured by Harper from what she called leftovers in one of the closets.
Frankie assumed that meant they’d been left behind by a previous guest at the house, but she wasn’t really sure. Whatever the case, she feltprettyand that was something rare and wonderful.
Her phone buzzed with a text from Lucas, letting her know he’d arrived to pick her up. She placed her phone into her little woven straw clutch, also found in the closet, and tucked it against her side with her laptop.
“I’m off,” she said to Harper. “Thanks again for helping me come up with this outfit. I love it.”
“You look fabulous. Have fun. You deserve it.”
Grinning, Frankie ran down the steps and out the front door. Lucas was in his white Range Rover. He hopped out to open the passenger door for her. He was in black shorts with a black and tan patterned shirt that had a mid-century retro vibe to it.
“You look great,” he said. “And we match. People are going to think we’re extra.”
She laughed. He was so handsome it almost hurt to look at him. Almost. “I don’t think I’ve ever been accused of that. You look really nice, too, by the way.”
She got in and he shut her door, then returned to his spot behind the wheel.
She held her computer on her lap. “I was thinking we could look at the logos I mocked up first. Or don’t we have time?”
“We have time.” He kept the car in Park. “Do you want to go back inside?”
“I can show them to you right here, if you like.”
“Sure.”
She was glad she’d spent a few minutes refining them. She’d even come up with one more version. His initials done with the silver fork and knife resting on a bed of fresh produce. She wasn’t sure she was going to show that one to him. She had her suspicions that it might be a little over the top. Or “extra” as he’d called it.
