Page 87 of Revelry
“I don’t think so Kat. Not unless everyone wants to freeze their tits-uh-boots off with some ice cream in winter.” I laughed at the ridiculous idea.
Kat’s eyes widened. “No, Gertie, that’s perfect!”
I held up my hands, suddenly regretting being a cowardly coward and running for my bestie.
“Oh no, I was joking, Kat.”
“Well, it wasn’t funny, it was brilliant! You make the ice cream, we’ll source some cones and waffles, and we can do a winter wonderland theme!” She paced with excitement, her brain whirring away. “You can make shakes, and we’ll sell hot chocolates. We can make ice cream sandwiches with cookies. Oh Gertie, you’re a genius!”
“But…it’s winter,” I whined.
“No, it’s Winter Wonderland!” Kat squealed, scribbling down something on her notebook. “How much do you think you could make in two days?”
I looked around me helplessly. “I have no idea.”
“Let’s go shopping and get what you need, and we’ll just see where you get to, yeah?” Her eyes were bright with hope, and I couldn’t say no. Like most people at this ranch, I’d do whatever she asked me to.
“Okay but we need to go now, it’s already seven.”
“Babe!” Kat shouted to Jack. “We’re heading out, you’re in charge!”
Jack nodded and blew her a kiss which she caught and placed over her heart. I smirked at her, shaking my head and when she saw me, her cheeks flushed.
“Oh, hush it, you.”
“You guys are too cute, it’s like you’re in high school,” I teased, fluttering my lashes at her.
“Speaking of high school, how goes things with you and Dr. Wilder?” She lowered her voice as we headed towards our vehicles.
“Erm…I’m sort of avoiding him,” I admitted.
Her head whipped towards me. “What? Why?”
“Because I’m starting to want his babies, and that’s dangerous territory for me.”
“Oh Gertie, how do you know he doesn’t wantyourbabies?”
“He wants my something,” I snorted. “But it isn’t babies. We’ve had that conversation and Tate doesn’t want the same things as me so it’s pointless. Now I’m stuck with all these feelings.”
There was a pause. “Are you ready to get so serious about someone right after your ex?”
“No.” I sighed. “Hence the avoiding.”
“Could you not just—”
“Nope,” I cut her off.
“But just once?”
“Nope.”
“But you could—”
I laughed. “No, Kat.”
“Okay, well I admire your resistance, he is one fine looking man.”
“It’s not resistance if I completely avoid him. It’s when we’re in close proximity that said resistance is tested.”
