I hated that I was hiding from my ex-boyfriend at the Briggs’ house on Valentine’s Day.
And I hated that Julian finally realized why I was here.
“I didn’t know he was bothering you again,” he said through gritted teeth. Then he stood with a huff, stalking off to open the freezer. “Chocolate chip cookie dough or mint chocolate chip?” he asked over his shoulder.
He was offering me…ice cream? After trying to get rid of me for the last twenty minutes?
“Obviously, chocolate chip cookie dough.”
Julian wordlessly brought the ice cream over to the table. He handed me a spoon, and I took it, though tentatively.
And then we started eating quietly, taking turns.
Back and forth.
Julian cleared his voice. “We almost always have cookie dough ice cream in the freezer, you know. It’s usually behind the frozen fruit if you ever need to come over and…eat ice cream again.”
