I shook my head. “Nope. We need the outlandish names too.” Outlandish was probably an understatement. Lots of them were sexual. Most of them inappropriate in one way or another. But all of them were hilarious and made sense. The awesome names were what made our shop stand out. “You got to have the final say on all the flavors because you’re the one with the discerning chef’s palette. And I got to do the naming because I’m the author in the family.”
“Well, if you think Sex in the Sand is a great name for banana ice cream with graham cracker crumbs, what do I know?”
“Exactly.”
Rory laughed and placed a kiss on the side of my forehead. “I’ve been meaning to ask. Remember that time Connor and I found you on the floor of that ice cream shop looking for your earrings?”
Kill me now.I had kind of hoped that once we got married we’d never talk about all the awkward things I did to get his attention before we became an us. I didn’t know where this conversation was going but I had a feeling I didn’t want to know. “Hmm…no that doesn’t sound familiar.”
“Right. Because you were lying.”
I squirmed out of his grip. “I was not.”
“Keira.”
“Rory.”
He lowered his eyebrows. “And the day after when you were deep throating that banana, asking me if you gave good head because you were practicing for another man…”
“I don’t recall any of that.” I was pretty sure my face was bright red. It was still hard to believe I’d done either thing. Well, mostly just the banana one. I ate ice cream all the time.
Rory reached forward and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Did you really have a date either of those nights?”
I laughed. “You think I’d make up a date? Psh.” I shoved his shoulder.
“No.” He smiled. “I just remember you were eating this huge bowl of chocolate ice cream…”
“Mmm. Forbidden chocolate.”
“Forbidden chocolate. That’s a pretty normal name.”
I rolled my eyes at him.Too tame.
“Anyway,” he said. “I remember wishing you’d been thinking about me instead of some other guy while you’d been at that ice cream shop. I wanted it to be me on your mind. Always.”
I pressed my lips together. God, he was so sweet. And I owed him the truth. “Well, I did have a date the night I was in the ice cream shop. It was just with…myself. I was definitely thinking of you.”
He pulled me back into his arms. “Yeah?”
“I was always thinking about you. I still am.” I laced my fingers behind his neck. “And the banana thing? You know I was just trying to make you jealous. Can we please never talk about it again?”
His forehead dropped to mine. “You don’t have to be embarrassed. I was being a dick. It made total sense to suck a banana in front of me.”
I groaned and pushed on his chest, but he held me firmly in place.
“I love you, Keira.”
He had a way of making me melt. “I love you too.” I thought after he quit La Patisserie that he’d no longer smell like cinnamon all the time. But the scent never left his skin.
“One more question,” he said.
I looked up into his hazel eyes. “Ask away.”
“Sweet Cravings. Why when all the ice cream flavors have such raunchy names is our shop named Sweet Cravings?”
“Because it’s ironic. But more so…because it makes me think of you. Because you, sir, are sweeter than any flavor of ice cream.” It was a cheesy thing to say. But I still meant it.
He smiled in that way that still made my knees weak.