Page 88 of Thick

“I know. I hope it sells well.”

“I’m going to tell everyone I know about it.”

“I’ll do the same. Most of the people I know don’t care about calories, though.”

“By the time they realize they should, it’ll be too late.”

“You’re probably right,” I said.

We went up the next flight of stairs, and to apartment 302. Andy stepped in front of the peephole, kicked the door twice, and grinned.

Bobbi opened the door. The smell of fresh flowers wafted onto the landing.

Dressed in sweats and a sleeveless tee, she had her hair pulled into a ponytail. She looked surprised, embarrassed, and, above all, adorable.

“We came bearing gifts,” Andy said, ducking beneath her arm as he spoke.

She smiled. “Come in.”

Andy went straight to the kitchen. “Bring it all in here, Tate.”

“Sorry,” I whispered. “I had to.”

“What’s in the sack?”

“Bag.”

She scrunched her nose. “Huh?”

“It’s a bag, not a sack.”

“What’s in the bag?”

“Celebratory ice cream.”

“I can’t have ice cream.”

“It’s Halo Top.”

Her eyes shot wide. “You got Halo Top?”

“Three flavors.”

“You’re sweet.” She leaned forward and kissed me lightly. “What’s the celebration?”

The taste of her lipstick made me smile. “Your book.”

“Oh. Thank you.” She let out a heavy sigh. “That was exhausting. I don’t know how you do it.”

I carried the bag to the kitchen handed it to Andy. Ten minutes later, we were sitting around the kitchen table eating ice cream and peaches like a bunch of starving idiots.

Andy didn’t have so much as a morsel on his face. Neither did Bobbi, for that matter. I, on the other hand, had it from one end of me to the other.

“This shit is good,” I announced.

“Isn’t it?” Andy asked.

“It’s definitely not like the rest of low-cal snacks.” I looked at Bobbi. “Is it in your book?”