Page 47 of Irresistibly Wicked

“I should tell Cap, but I’m not going to tell the guys I work with. Howie might tell his wife, and Mike’s got loose lips.”

“Then it’s probably best not to mention it. I’m planning on telling my family when I see them at work this week. We need a witness for the wedding, and I’m sure my parents will offer.”

“I forgot about a witness.”

“I’ll see what they say, and while I’m at it, maybe I’ll inform Zeke that he’s my replacement if I keel over, so you don’t have to tell him.”

She gave him a disbelieving look. “You’re not dying, and I am not marrying your brother.”

Good. The last thing he wanted was for her to hook up with his brother…or anyone else. But now he was committed to the ruse. “Why not? Zeke’s a great guy.”

“How can I marry anyone else when I’ll be in mourning for lack of bad jokes?”

He grinned. “Then wear black and fake cry when you say your vows.”

“I’m not saying vows,” she insisted.

“I do is a vow.” He pulled open the door to the ice cream shop, and bells chimed above them. “Hear that? That’s the universe agreeing with me.”

“You need to get your hearing checked. All I heard was This guy’s a nut. Run!”

He laughed and followed her inside.

As they stood in line, she glanced around them at the colorful booths with cups of crayons on wide tables and gigantic murals of ice cream cones and sundaes on yellow walls. She lifted her gaze to the pink ceiling, painted to look like it was covered in rainbow sprinkles, and said, “This place is awesome.”

“Wait until you taste the ice cream.”

She leaned against him and said, “I hope you meant what you said about no limit on scoops, because ice cream is my guilty pleasure. How about you?”

“Ice cream’s a fun treat.” He lowered his voice for her ears only and said, “But my guilty pleasure involves licking other things.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, but there was no missing the heat rising in them.

“What do you say we make this a scandalous Sunday?” he asked.

She blinked several times, disbelief replacing the heat in those pretty eyes. “I’m not…We’re not…”

“Relax, Angel. I’m talking about sharing the Scandalous Sundae.” He pointed to the chalkboard. “Five scoops and five toppings. If you’re not up to it, we can go for the four-scoop Sweet Surrender. There’s no shame if you need something smaller. Not everyone can handle that much pleasure all at once.”

She boldly held his gaze. “I can handle more pleasure than you can imagine.”

Damn, he liked that confidence. “Watch yourself, Flores. I’ve got an insatiable imagination for pleasure.”

“So I’ve heard,” she shot back. “Are we doing this, or are you one of those guys who are all talk?”

Before he could answer, she stepped up to the counter. He’d been so caught up in their banter, he hadn’t even realized the other customers had finished ordering.

A few minutes later they were sitting side by side in a booth with their Scandalous Sundae between them, spoons in hand. He eyed a heap of whipped cream on a mountain of chocolate-chip ice cream, covered in chocolate sauce and all the toppings. “I don’t know, Flores. You might not survive this.”

With a challenging expression, she plunged her spoon into the sundae, scooping up a pile of chocolate-chip ice cream with a hefty amount of whipped cream, chocolate syrup, nuts, and chocolate sprinkles, topped with the biggest cherry he’d ever seen. As she lifted it toward her mouth, it wobbled, and she dove forward to catch it, a few sprinkles landing on her shirt.

He laughed, and her hand flew over her mouth, her eyes dancing with laughter.

“I can’t believe you stole the best bite as fast as you could.”

“Oh, did you want that bite?” she asked innocently.

“I literally made eye contact with it.”