Before I can respond, a huge tray is slid across the table in front of me, filled with two dozen small tasting cups of flavors.
“So this is what heaven looks like,” I whisper in awe.
“Oh, I like you. You better make sure you bring her back, Kruger, you feel me?”
“I feel you. I’d feel you a lot more if I had ice cream too,” he drawls, making John sigh.
“Patience, young grasshopper.” He flicks his towel over his shoulder before heading back to the counter—I assume to make Kruger’s ice cream.
A jingle of the bell above the door signals a new customer. I don’t pay it any attention as I try to decide which one to start with. In the end, I go with the banana pecan and take a big spoonful just as someone slides into the booth opposite me.
The ice cream gives me brain freeze as I sit there staring at the stunning newcomer. I swallow, trying not to choke as I take in her curious smile and her pink T-shirt with the phrase ‘booty trap’ in black scroll across her chest.
“Is that aGooniesT-shirt?”
She beams a blinding smile at me. “Hello, new bestie, I’m Neveah. This is Amity.” She points to someone at the end of the table. I glance over at the Amazonian, watching us with an amused smile.
“Hi, I’m the old bestie, apparently.”
“Tink, Amity, what are you guys doing here?” Kruger asks, looking around.
“Legs said she was coming for ice cream. It’s illegal to come for ice cream without bringing the president’s old lady. It’s in the bylaws,” Nevaeh states.
“It really isn’t,” Amity drawls.
“Well, it should be.” Nevaeh huffs, crossing her arms as Legs waddles in.
“Sorry, I’m sorry. I had to pull over to use the restroom. There is no space in this body for anything else. This kid needs to get out of me already.” She throws herself down in the chair Amity drags over for her.
“So you don’t have any space for ice cream, then?”
She narrows her eyes at me. “Why are you attacking me? You don’t want me to be happy, do you?”
I groan and bury my head against Kruger’s shoulder.
“She told me she didn’t love me anymore last night,” she tells Amity, who slips into the booth next to Neveah.
“No, I didn’t. I said you couldn’t have my bed because I was sleeping in it.”
“It’s the same damn thing.”
I take a mouthful of the strawberry and cream next and ignore the drama llama.
“Havoc know you’re here?” Kruger asks Neveah.
“He’s not the boss of me.” She eyes the ice cream John carries over and places in front of Kruger.
“Ladies, what can I get for you?”
“I’ll have a double scoop of chocolate cherry,” Neveah says first, before looking at Amity. “She’ll have a scoop of sadness.”
Amity leans over and flicks her in the forehead. “Low-fat ice cream is not sadness ice cream. Stop calling it that.”
“But all the joy has been sucked out of it.”
“You’re ridiculous.” Amity huffs, turning to John. “Do you have any sorbet?”
“We do. Mango, raspberry, strawberry, pineapple, or lemon?”
