Page 103 of Pretty Little Scars

Darby smirks next to me, and Indie shrugs. “I’m just saying, you’re not difficult to deal with.”

Zack’s eyes narrow as he licks his ice cream. “I might have to teach you a lesson.”

“You can try,” Indie volleys back, and I can no longer hold back the laugh that I’ve been holding in. She turns to Darby with a smile. “Hi, you’re new.”

“I’m Darby,” my girl says with a smile. “And I hear great things about your shop.”

“They’re all true. My grandparents refined these recipes until they were perfect. You can’t go wrong with anything in the case, unless you’re allergic to something.”

“No allergies for me,” Darby says. “Ooh, I want espresso in a waffle cone. Just one scoop.”

“You got it.” Indie smiles at me. “Your usual?”

“You have anusual?” Darby demands.

“Oh, he does,” Indie replies with a knowing nod. “He’s very predictable. And it’s also the espresso.”

Darby’s eyebrow lifts and I smirk.

“Yes, the usual. Thanks, Indie.” As the other woman walks away to fill our orders, I lean in to whisper in my girl’s ear. “I won’t be predictable in bed later.”

“Promises, promises.”

“So,does Zack have something going on with the ice cream shop girl?” Darby asks when we’re settled by the fire behind the cabin, which is still dark and empty because my friend isn’t back yet. “Because the flirt wasthickin there.”

“I suspect there’s a bit of a crush happening,” I reply. “Which is hilarious because we’ve known Indigo for most of her life, and she’s fifteen years younger than him.”

“She’s pretty, and funny, and smart, so I get it,” Darby says with a shrug. She’s in my lap, her arms curled around my neck, and we’re watching the fire. “This was a really great date. Thank you.”

“We’re going to do something like this every week.”

“We are?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because I want to.” I kiss her cheek and then take her chin in my fingers and cover her mouth with mine, kissing the fuck out of her in the glow of the fire. “No arguments.”

“I wasn’t going to argue.” She grins and brushes her nose against mine. “I’d suggest firepit sex, but Zack could come back any minute, and he doesn’t get to see me naked.”

I growl against her lips, making her laugh. “No onegets to see you naked, Duchess.”

“So possessive.”

“Yes.” I bite down on her earlobe, making her shiver in my arms. “Because you’remine. And I don’t share. But I’ll gladly take you into the house and fuck you on every available surface, your choice.”

“I’m supposed to choose?” Her breath catches when I lick down her neck to her collarbone. “I don’t think I can remember my own name right now.”

“Focus.”

“Can’t.”

With a chuckle, I lift her in my arms and check to see that the fire has died down to coals before I march us toward the house.

“I guess we’ll start in the kitchen and work our way around then.”

“Yes, please.”