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That’s Kenzi’s favorite flavor.
I commit it to memory and pay for our waffle cones.
The local ice cream shop is peach pink with a walk-up window. There’s an ornate sign out front with the word Ahoy! in bright letters, a ship painted behind the words, the exclamation point an upside-down ice cream cone.
It’s a warm August night—not oppressive, but nice, the kind of heat that lingers like a good kiss.
Kenzi sits at one of the picnic benches outside of the shop. She’s wearing overalls on top of a tight white shirt, which hugs her curves.
Her heart-shaped face is turned toward the sunset, ringlets of dark raven curls cascading down her shoulders.
She’s a vision. I swing my leg over the bench, straddling it, and hand over her ice cream. “Your cone, m’lady.”
“Merci.”
“De rien.”
She gives me a look like she’s annoyed. Then she starts digging into her ice cream, giving me the cold shoulder.
“So are you going to pout all evening?” I ask her.
She shrugs. “I don’t think we have anything to talk about. We have nothing in common.”
“I bet we do. What’s your favorite color?”
“Magenta.”
“Mine, too.”
She scoffs. “No, it isn’t.”
“Is this the face of a man who would lie to you?”
She rolls her eyes. But she seems a little softer around the edges. She cranes her neck to examine my cone. “What’d you get?”
“Half butterscotch, half rocky road.”
“You’re a professional.”
“Don’t you forget it.” I hold it out for her. “Want a taste?”
“I don’t have a spoon.”
“I don’t have cooties.”
She gives in and runs her tongue over it, catching both flavors. A dollop of butterscotch gets on the tip of her nose, and I crook my finger and catch it.
She tilts away from me and rubs her nose over the back of her hand. “So is this your thing?” she asks.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean…you take a girl here, impress her with your obnoxious ice cream choices, dazzle her with the sunset, and then when she’s feeling sugar-high and romantic, you get her to blow you in the dunes.”
I scoff at that. “No way.”
“No?”
“No. The dunes are too sandy.”
