Chapter 19

“This is their best seller and my favorite,” Emory was saying. “It’s made with Traverse City cherries. They call it Cherries Moobilee.”

Again Emory’s innocent exuberance touched Cam. Cam smiled and agreed that the name for the flavor was very clever.

They ordered two large cones and decided they would eat them in the car with the A/C running. There were no seats left inside the store, and to eat the ice cream outside in the heat would be a disaster. It would be soup in no time.

“You’ve got ice cream on your nose,” Emory said with a chuckle.

Cam started to wipe it off with a paper napkin, but Emory stopped him and said, “No, let me.” He leaned toward Cam with a mischievous grin on his face and licked the end of Cam’s nose, then kissed it. “All better.”

Something about the playfulness in Emory’s gesture smashed through Cam’s resistance. Cam pulled Emory closer and kissed him.