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The two of them are also in running clothes, and I have to admit, Rowan has an absolutely amazing figure. Too bad she’s not only been assigned to make me live in purgatory, but she loves that part of her job.
I walk over to them, and as Rowan tries to pay for two ice cream sundaes, I whip out my wallet. “Hello. I’ll pay for those two cholesterol bombs,” I say, and shove a twenty at the ice cream vendor.
Then I grin at the girl. “Hello, you must be Rowan’s daughter.”
The girl bursts into laughter. “Now that’s a new one. I’m Ruby, and she’s actually my grandmother but she looks really good for her age.” Rowan elbows her.
“So, who is your hot, hilarious friend, Rowan?”
“Arggh.” Rowan glares at me and shovels a bite of sundae into her mouth. Chocolate drips onto her plump lower lip and her tongue sweeps it up. Brief visions of her putting that pink tongue to other uses swims in front of my eyes until, horrified, I banish them. What the hell am I thinking?
Too bad I haven’t been in a groupie mood lately, because I haven’t had sex in God knows how long, which is the only reason I’d be thinking dirty thoughts about Rowan.
“You really don’t recognize him. You’ve still never watched a single game of any sport, have you?” Rowan looks amused.
Ruby makes a face. “I do not watch the sports ball. I hear that it involves moving a piece of leather from one end of the court to the other end of the court and there are two groups of men who go to war over this. Also, I hear some people actually care where the piece of leather ends up.”
“Wrong sport. His involves ice and violence, but close enough,” Rowan says. She looks at me. “Do you just flirt with every single pair of legs that walks by?”
I grab the cherry from her sundae and pop it into my mouth.
“Hey.” Rowan protests.
“Hay is for horses. I would just like to point out that you have a real habit of making me sound like a serial killer. Like apparently I’m attracted to a disembodied pair of legs?” I try to look wounded.
Rowan takes another bite of her sundae. “Hey, you’re the one who reduces me to nothing but hair when you call me strawberry.”
“Strawberry. I like it. Can I start calling you that?” Ruby giggles.
Rowan narrows her eyes at Ruby. “Not unless you want me to ground you.”
“I’m an adult, thank you very much.” Ruby starts shoveling bites of sundae into her mouth.
“Barely. And you’ve got whipped cream on your nose,” Rowan snorts.
“I do not. Do I?” She glances at me, and I nod.
“From the way you’re bantering, I am assuming you’re the big rude hockey jerk who my sister is attempting to make look all cute and cuddly,” Ruby says, wiping at her nose with her hand. “Did I get the whipped cream?”
“Yes,” I say.
Rowan’s mouth twitches in a smile. The blob is still there.
“Big rude hockey jerk, huh?” I add to Rowan.
“So sorry about that.” Rowan smiles sweetly. “She’s my baby sister and I don’t like to use obscenities in front of her innocent little ears, so I couldn’t describe you accurately.”
“Okay, that does it.” I snatch the ice cream sundae from her hand, take an enormous bite, and then hand it back.
She stares down at it in dismay. “Just when I think I’ve seen the depths of the darkness in your soul, you have to go and prove me wrong.”
I grin fiercely. “Never forget that. Especially when you’re considering your next costume choice. I will leave you two lovely ladies to your diabetes-fest. I’m going for a run. See you in just shy of eleven days.”
Ruby is watching us with wide-eyed amusement, her gaze bouncing back and forth between us.
Why am I even here?
Why am I reluctant to walk away?
