Bill’s nodding now. ‘I owe you big time for all this, Ivy-leaf. And don’t forgetFrozenlater.’ His lips twist into another even wider smile. ‘I’ll expect you to be word perfect. It’s always best enjoyed with ice cream so best check there’s plenty in the freezer.’
If anything was bothering him before with Keef, he’s moved on seamlessly. As for his smile, that glimpse of teeth … my insides turning to hot syrup, really isn’t helpful. And of course it isn’t a date, so why the hell would my brain be turning it into that? That butterfly storm all the way from my waist to my throat is a total waste of wildlife.
‘Just one more thing …’
What now?I take a breath. ‘And?’
‘With ice cream … do you go forBen and Jerry’sorHaagen Dazs?’
‘Does it matter?’
His lips are twisting again. ‘It’s one of those really important compatibility questions.’
Oh my.‘Haagen Dazs.’
‘Because …?’
I’m being put on the spot, but the answers come straight out because I’m so sure of them I don’t even have to think. ‘The names are less wacky, and it’s more grown up which is not necessarily a good thing, but it’s so much creamier and more delish overall. So, that.’
‘Right answer. That’s because the ingredients are better.’ He’s grinning now. ‘In which case, so long as Milo’s nowhere around, I’ll leave you to your mistletoe.’
And then he marches out leaving me open mouthed, gazing at the knobbly nails in the door that closed behind him.
