“Curtis?
You’re thinking about your cowboy, aren’t you?”
He
glared back at Lee to forestall any more teasing. “So, you were telling me
about your damn ice cream?”
Lee
grinned even more broadly, his expression excited. “It’s bourbon flavoured. I
went right out there and asked him–Riley–what cowboys drank, what was his
favourite.” He blushed slightly. “Then a caramel chocolate topping, and
chocolate shapes on top.”
“Jesus.
All that sugar and booze. Sounds like a calorie overload, and I don’t like…”
Curtis paused. Actually, it sounded like something he’d love. And today
he reckoned he needed comfort food the most. “Yeah, I’ll try it.”
It
was a gorgeous looking ice to start with. Lee delivered him a bowlful and
Curtis took a moment to admire the chocolate and white combination of ice cream
and sauce, the ice crystals glinting under the café’s lights, topped off with a
cheeky chocolate garnish in the form of a treble clef.
“So