It was a good thing that Mac Brindisi handled confusing and fluid situations for a living. Not that the military had prepared him for chaos in an ice cream shop, specifically. But conflict could break out anywhere at any time, even while buying a double scoop cone from a gorgeous, sassy local.
He was tall enough so he could still see a glimpse of the owner’s long black hair, which she wore in a topknot with a red ribbon flowing from it. She also wore black lace fingerless gloves and a red-and-white striped mini-sailor suit, so…eclectic. Yes, that was the word. Gorgeous, grumpy, sassy and eclectic. Quite the kickass combo.
The door opened with a squeak and a mixed group of three women and two men walked in. Trained to recognize power dynamics, Mac could tell right away who the top dog was
