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Ryan narrowed his eyes. “It’s not like she’s gonna come out here.”

“Hello? What’s a girl got to do to get some service around here?” Mabel asked from the opposite end of the bar.

“Holy shit!” Killian said, and charged out from behind the bar to hug her.

Ryan smiled at her, then looked at me. “You planned this?”

“Sort of. She enjoyed coming out here last spring. I suggested she come back after the new year.”

I was my man’s old lady in the Riot, but we weren’t married yet.

Tundra had told no lies last year. He’d put a cut on me at the end of February, but he did it low-key, at the townhouse. Two weeks later, when my brothers came back to work after Bike Week, Tundra took me on what he called my ‘first official ride’ wearing my cut - even though we’d ridden around town while I wore my cut already.

I figured it was part of the possessive-biker mentality and went with it. He took me back to the tiny Main Street in Alachua. Since it was mid-March, the shops were all open. From what I could see, foot traffic was brisk for a Tuesday afternoon.

We ate at a restaurant that leaned heavily into a western motif, and served what might have been the best grilled steak and potatoes I’d had in a very long time.

“Ask for a box, Mick,” Tundra said.

“Why would I do that? This food is fabulous.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want you getting too full. We’re hitting the ice cream shop after this.”

I leaned forward. “We can walk around all the shops to make room.”

He matched my lean. “We’re gonna do that anyway, but you should save room. You see this ice cream shop, you’re gonna want two scoops.”

My lips pursed and I twisted them to the side. “Seems like you’re overselling this ice cream joint.”

He leaned back. “You just wait and see.”

Over an hour later, we wandered into the ice cream shop and my jaw dropped. “How many flavors do they have?”

He chuckled. “More than a hundred.”

“You’re joking!”

“Wild child, look at how they have the freezers grouped. All the ice cream with nuts in it are together. Varieties of chocolate are in a single freezer, so that’s like what? A dozen flavors in one bay, and they got more than ten freezers in here.”

I shook my head while we moseyed along the perimeter of the room looking at the flavors. “I don’t think I can decide.”

Tundra stopped and put a hand on my waist. “Didn’t think you would, but if you trust me, I’ve got you.”

“Okay, I’ll trust you.”

He nodded. “Go grab a table in that adjoining room.”

I settled into a chair so I faced the the windows looking out at the street. This really felt like a great place for another On a Lark, but I wasn’t sure we could adequately compete with the restaurant we’d just visited.

Tundra sauntered up to the table, but he was empty handed. “There’s a problem.”

My brows furrowed. “How can there be a problem? They have plenty of ice cream.”

“Well, you can’t have any ice cream until you answer a question.”

“If it’s a question of chocolate or cotton candy, you can flip a coin. I’m—”

“We aren’t flippin’ a coin on this.”