Page 92 of Rockstar Baby
Rylee’s dark eyes rolled back in her head. “Yeah, you need to come up with some gimmicky thing. People love that stuff.” Rylee thumbed away a little bit of ice cream from the corner of her mouth. “And this is too good not to push.”
“Good.” Macy tucked into the dark chocolate flavor. “Because we’re going to be carrying it. You can help with the naming for the board.”
“I can, can I?” Rylee’s eyes sparkled. “Well, until you come up with something anyway.” She glanced at me with an excited smile.
“That is, if you’re amenable to those terms. A two-week trial.”
Amenable!?!
I managed not to scream it. I picked up the papers and looked them over slowly. The words were dancing on the page.
Get it together, girl.
Breathe.
Read.
Don’t freak out.
I blew out a breath. It seemed to be a standard contract and her cut was sizable, but considering I didn’t have a platform yet, her taking thirty percent wasn’t terrible. It was more than I’d made before. El zippo.
I signed the bottom of the contract. “You have yourself a deal for two weeks.”
“If it goes well, we can talk about your truck. I just bought the storefront next door, but I’m not going to be doing anything with it quite yet. I’m mostly using it for the huge parking lot right now, but it would be a good spot to set up your truck if things work out.”
“Really?”
I struggled to drag my jaw off the floor. I’d been fighting with town hall on where I could possibly put the truck. They wouldn’t even let me pay for space in the park. Something about zoning and taxes and nineteen other roadblocks.
“Baby steps, Bob. We’ll figure it out after we see how this goes over.”
“Right. Thank you for the chance.”
“Your product stands for itself, Ivy. I’m making out the most on this deal. Now let’s see if you can keep up with the demand.”
“I have fifteen gallons in my freezer. And an industrial ice cream machine due at my house any day now.”
“It’s going to be busy.” Macy held out her hand.
I shook it. “I hope so.”
I helped her pack up what I’d brought, then she and Rylee took it into the back.
All the while, I happy danced in my head.
I floated out of the café into the fading rays of sun and wandered across the street. I needed a few minutes to digest it all. The lake always calmed me down.
I passed the gazebo—which was being used as lover’s lane at the moment, yikes—and headed down the pier. The lapping water evened me out. A few boats were out for a sunset cruise.
It was unseasonably warm and the scent of grilling meat drifted out from a few of the docked boats. Usually, that was a comforting smell. A belly-growling scent even, but right then, all it did was make my stomach churn.
Maybe I’d passed the point of hungry. I’d been working my ass off all night and exhaustion was overriding the high of Macy’s offer. Had I eaten today? Other than taste-testing ice cream, I was pretty sure that was a no.
I dug out my phone to text Rory, but paused before I unlocked the phone. It wasn’t like he was my boyfriend—obviously. There was a text waiting there. I’d had my phone on silent while I met with Macy.
Not from Rory, but one from Zoe.
I read the text.
