realized that she was going to get cornered and forced into an
explanation shortly, as soon as Dallas wasn’t around, and she
had zero excuses to give her sister other than she’d done what
she wanted to do in the moment. No, it wasn’t planned, and
no, she would never regret it. No, she had no idea what was
coming next and yes, she was slightly afraid about that. By
slightly, she actually meant a whole lot.
She could understand how Danica would see this as
playing with fire or opening Pandora’s Box. Or worse. Quinn
just couldn’t think of any worse token comparisons at the
moment.
True to her word, Dallas paid for everyone. The group
moved outside. With their cold treats and the shade from the
building out front, the sun was actually bearable.
“I wish I could have had a cool summer job like that,”
Shayna said as she licked her ice cream in a circular pattern.
No drips for her.
“That would have been fun, but god, it would be sooo
tempting. I’d probably end up eating ice cream all day.”
“What’s wrong with that?” Trudy asked Steph.
“That should be obvious,” Trudy laughed.
Danica sipped her shake loudly. “I think after a while
you’d get tired of it.”
“That’s sacrilege,” Trudy protested.
Steph shook her head in a hard denial. “Never.”
“I think you’d have so much sugar you’d start craving salt.
Fries or burgers or something.”
“Why not both?”
Danica saluted with her shake. “Touché.”
Quinn stuck her tongue out for the first lick. Since she’d