Chapter 19

Harry passed Brooklyn an ice cream, and she raised her eyebrows. “A 99p flake? You cheap bastard,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “Thanks.”

“I can always take it back,” Harry shrugged, and Brooklyn gasped when he snatched the ice cream from her hands.

“No, no, no!” she said quickly and tried to grab it. “I want it!”

“I don’t think you deserve it,” Harry said and held the ice cream from Brooklyn’s grasp.

“Harry!” she whined. “Just give me the damn ice cream.”

“Not good enough,” Harry said and smirked when Brooklyn pouted.

“Please?”

“Getting better,” he nodded.

“Pretty please with a cherry on top,” Brooklyn said dramatically.

“You’re lucky I’m feeling nice,” he warned and passed Brooklyn the ice cream back.

“Thanks,” she said sarcastically and savored the chocolaty goodness as she took a b