Chapter 54

"Okay, Don, if you don't like this, I do not know what flavor would appeal to your taste." She snatched the cone from him, taking a massive bite from the ice cream before turning to the vendor, and he could hear her smile when she ordered, "Something less sweet,"

Adler watched her back and how she was on her toes for no other reason than what he suspected was excitement.

What was the bet she wasn't as eager as he was? Standing so close behind her but in the FUCKING MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.

This street was far from what he had in mind. Rowdy, with people strolling down the walk, the music blaring at the other side of the road hurt his ears.

He had lost count of the number of cones he had bitten from, looking for the best to suit his taste.

The irony was that he hated ice cream, the taste, the way it affected his bud, but she wasn't about to listen to that excuse. Naa, he wasn't about to tell her that.

He loved how she fused over him, how she reached up and wipe