Chapter Nine
In spite of his best intentions, an hour after they’d finished chores, he found himself standing in front of the freezer case at Millie’s Organic Grocery. Women liked ice-cream, right? Everyone knew that. Cash’s insides tensed. What if she hated ice-cream? What if he picked the wrong flavor? s**t, this was a horrible idea. He should turn around right now.
“Can I help you?” A soft voice asked.
He spun, coming face to face with a tiny, curly-haired blonde wearing an enormous name tag with the name Millie. She must own the store. “Uh, no.” Aww hell, who was he kidding? His neck burned. “Yes. I need some ice-cream.”
Millie flashed him a smile. “What do you like?”
“Anything.” He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d had ice-cream. He remembered walking with his mom every S
