Chapter 50

“Well, when it comes to ice cream, I’m not a big fan of vanilla, unless it’s on top of a slice of warm apple pie. Otherwise, I kind of find vanilla a little bland, even the really good ones. Me, I’m a chocolate kind of guy.”

“You like the dark stuff?” Flynn asked, teasing.

“I do. The darker the better.” He winked.

And then neither of them said anything for a couple of minutes, as the line in front of them diminished and the one behind them grew. Flynn wondered if they were both a little shy and embarrassed at what they were saying. It was all in fun, but he knew that buried within the joking and the entendre, there was more. And he liked the morebecause it meant they were flirting…taking baby steps toward talking about sex. Flynn could see what he hoped he correctly interpreted as hunger in Mac’s green eyes. There was that way he held his gaze for just slightly longer than normal…