Chapter 8
Raquel finally gave in and tasted the chocolate from Tony’s bag after an entire summer of Fridays. Their maple tree was starting to change colors, and maybe that too was part of the reason she gave in. She hadn’t refused because she was stuck in her ways, as he’d jokingly accused her. Nor that she was a one-track gal, which she was, but not about chocolate. It was that she’d found what she wanted and that’s what she ordered each week.
But mostly, he’d finally looked so pitiful that she’d broken down. How was she supposed to deny those sad, puppy dog eyes on six-one of pouting chocolatier male.
But this she hadn’t expected. Liquid coconut trapped in a dark, dark chocolate.
“Oh my God!”
“Madonna Lady likes?” he’d insisted on continuing to call her that.
She could only close h
