Page 271 of Ignite

“Please tell me who came up with the honeycomb and cherry flavor. Was it you?”

I frown. That’s my favorite one. The only batch I ever had an input in before I got bored.

“Yeah. I liked both flavors separately, but together they blended so well. The crunch against the soft cherry...”

I kiss my fingertips.

“Magical combination, Conan. Good job. That chocolate kept me company on my lunch breaks more times than I can count.”

I trail my finger along her bare thighs.

“See? There’s always been a bit of me in you.”

She bursts out laughing, and my heart fucking flutters.

“Yeah. Ain’t that right. And now I’ve got part of you growing inside me.”

I press my palm over her stomach.

“Destiny.”

I never believed in that. Not after losing my mother. And then my father.

In a fucked-up way, the tragedies that nearly ruined me led me here.

I know my mom’s been guiding me this whole time. She knew.

“Does this mean I get a lifetime supply whenever I want?” she whispers as we drive the track toward my cabin.

“Whatever you want from me is yours. I keep telling ya.”

She blushes and looks away. I hold my breath as we pass Inferno.

From the outside, it’s a beautiful white estate, blooming flowers and fountains softening the edges.

“Who lives there?” she asks.

“That’s stop two on our tour,” is all I tell her.

She nods slowly.

“Skeletons?” she asks.

“Something like that,” I mutter, pressing my foot harder on the accelerator.

When the cabin comes into view, my shoulders drop.

“Bertie would love it here, Conan.”

I smile as she laces her fingers through mine.

“Yeah. Until he runs off again.”

I snap my mouth shut when I feel her eyes burning into the side of my head.

“Again?” she squeals.

I pull up outside the cabin and cut the engine.

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