Oh no.
I recognize the last name.
Cray.
My phone buzzes in my apron pocket.
That freaking app.
I don’t even need to check it.
“So, let me guess,” I say slowly, taking note to make sure no normals have wandered into my shop. “He’s your brother. And you two have been talking to a sweet old man in a white suit who’s been pitching his magical dating app around town?” I whisper the last.
Reg nods proudly.
“Yep. Uncle Uzzi is great, and Date to Mate is an awesome app. Oh, by the way, this Neanderthal here is Rob.”
The big Tiger growls.
“I can introduce myself.”
Reg pats him on the shoulder.
“You were a little busy with one-word claims to introduce yourself to the nice ice cream shop owner,” Reg says to his stern-looking brother.
Gretchen giggles.
Tommy snorts.
I just cross my arms and look at Rob Cray.
Up close, he’s even worse.
And by worse, of course I mean devastatingly handsome.
Tall. Broad.
Hands that could probably crush coconuts.
Those blue eyes watching me like I’m the last dessert on earth.
My Bear shifts inside me.
Cute. Lick him.
I ignore her.
“So,” I say politely. “You all want some ice cream, or were you planning to keep announcing ownership of small businesses?”
Rob clears his throat.
“Look, I’m sorry, Miss?”
“Hadley Smith,” I supply for absolutely no reason at all.
Get a grip, Hadley.
“That’s a real nice name,” he growls.
