Page 74 of False Play
She hit me in the shoulder with a roll of her eyes. “Stop it.”
I fought like hell to keep my grin in check. “What flavor are you getting?”
She pursed her lips, staring at the menu. “I can’t decide.”
“Then choose two.”
She scrunched her nose. “I hate mixing flavors.”
“You’re weird.”
She scoffed. “I’m weird? You probably eat something like fancy toothpaste or fancy grass.”
“You mean mint-chocolate chip and matcha?”
“Same thing.” She narrowed her eyes. “Your favorite’s mint-chocolate chip, isn’t it?”
I shrugged as I tried my best to hold back a laugh, because…yeah. That shit was delicious.
When it was our turn, her eyes were still going back and forth between two flavors until she resigned herself with slumped shoulders. “I can’t decide, so a small strawberry cheesecake it is.”
I nodded and ordered hers and a small rocky road for myself. As they made quick work of serving them, I took my wallet out and paid before she even had the chance to grab her card. This won me one of her sexy-as-hell glares, and I simply winked at her.
When would she ever figure out that paying for things, or doing anything for her in general, was my special kind of drug?
For being the middle of November, it wasn’t that cold, so we grabbed our cups and headed to the outdoor seating area the shop had available. Some people were still staring, while others had their phones out and were taking pictures. Kennedy looked a little tense, so I gripped her shoulders in reassurance to ease her tension. Even though she was used to being in front of the camera while at work, I knew firsthand how difficult it could be when people followed your every move while you were only trying to live your life. It was the curse of being a public figure. One I had been carrying for far too long.
“We should play a question game,” I said as we took a seat and ate a spoonful of ice cream.
She tilted her head. “Like 20 questions?”
I nodded. “Yeah, but we ask questions to get to know each other a little better. We don’t want to look like idiots in front of people.”
“If anything, I’ll be the only one who will look like an idiot,just like I did back at the restaurant,” she mumbled then ate a spoonful of ice cream. She grimaced but still managed to swallow.
“You don’t like it?”
She shrugged. “It’s fine. The strawberries are too sour for my liking.”
Without a word, I exchanged our cups.
“Hey!” She leaned forward to try to grab the cup from my hands. “That’s mine.”
I brought it close to my chest. “Yeah, but you don’t like it. Have mine.”
“But that’s not the flavor you wanted.”
If only she knew I wasn’t a huge fan of rocky road—it was the marshmallows, okay? I didn’t like them.Sue me. The only reason I ordered it in the first place was because it was the second flavor she kept staring at. Better safe than sorry.
I took a bite and fought the grimace that wanted to cross my face.Damn, thatwassour. Instead, I swallowed. “It’s good. I like sour things.”
“You’re such a shit liar.” Her laugh was so airy and bubbly, it made my heart flutter.
I frowned. “No, I’m not.”
She extended her hand, making a grabbing motion. “Give it back. It isn’t fair for you to be stuck with the shitty flavor.”
“Oh, and it’s fair for you to be stuck with something you don’t want?” I retorted.
