Page 115 of Rockstar Baby
Something new would be moving in soon. But if Ivy was next to Brewed Awakening, where the hell was she?
Then I saw the truck parked between the two buildings. I didn’t know how I’d missed it on the way in. I’d come in on the opposite side of the building, for one, and the alley was surprisingly shady for this time of day.
Better to keep the ice cream from melting.
Ivy’s ice cream.
She’d done it.
The truck was like a rainbow. It practically fucking sparkled as I hurried across the lot and examined it from top to bottom. I couldn’t inhale all the details fast enough, much the same way as I reacted with my ginger fairy’s creations.
She’d done the truck in a jukebox theme. And on the slats where the songs would go on the juke, there was room for flavors. So many flavors. Not all the spots were filled in yet but the ones already there made me grin.
Heart of Choc & Roll
Bon Bon Jovi
Back in Blackberry Pie
Under my Plum
Sweet Child of Mint
All You Need is Lemon
If that wasn’t enough, the name of the truck stretched across the top made me grin until my cheeks hurt.
Rolling Cones.
It was bloody perfect. Just like Ivy.
She’d set up the truck in a music theme and she was bringing her dream to life. Best of all, her dream was something we could share. Because she’d made it mine too. She’d combined both of our loves into this incredible thing.
My mouth was already watering for a taste of her Peppermint Patty.
And that wasn’t a euphemism.
Probably.
Thiswas why she’d called me. To tell me about what she’d accomplished so we could celebrate together.
Oh, how we would fucking celebrate.
The door to the interior was open. I rushed over to it and bounded up the stairs, not concerned about stealth or making an entrance. Or hell, even being able to breathe in that sauna-like truck.
I didn’t care about anything but lifting her up in my arms for a spin. I wanted to laugh with her and kiss her and shower her in the praise she deserved for all she’d built.
Best of all, this was just the beginning.
She stood with her back to me at the sink. I waited for her to turn, to acknowledge me at all. I couldn’t seem to speak. She had on heeled shoes that made her legs look miles long and a plaid miniskirt that caused me to think very unchaste thoughts. Her hair was in braids again, and she wore a white top that barely seemed to contain her curves.
She shifted and I had to swallow a groan. Holy fuck, there were a lot of them. Even more so than when I’d seen her last.
Her full breasts pressed against her tight T-shirt with its broken heart and the wordReboundwritten across it.
I frowned. Well, that was worrisome, wasn’t it?
But I was here. I could make everything up to her. Ideally, before any rebounds took place.
