Chuckling, Fox stretched back out on the grass. It was surprisingly soft and plush for being right off the road. "Very true. And it's a good thing I've got your cellphone number, so I can call if I've gone an hour and no woman's drooled over me." Glancing at Frankie, he added, "And the same goes for you, Sparky. You need an ego boost and I may be tempted to throw a couple compliments your way."
Giving a shrug, he looked back up at the shining sun. "Pretty much. Angel's really nice." Not to mention she had a bod that could drive a man to distraction. No wonder he'd been trying to get into her pants for the past few weeks. Though thinking about the similarities between her and Frankie made him frown for a moment. What was it with women at TJS holding him off? Twitching his nose from a slight itch, the frown disappeared and he turned to Frankie.
Reaching out, he grabbed a lock of hair and tugged it playfully. "Nah, I like you as you are. Dark with red when the sun hits it. Suits you."