“They’re out of the salted-licorice flavor.” Flynn returned to the line where he’d left Mac and Barley waiting so he could scope out what flavors were available. “I looked for something that might be close, but dude, seriously. What’s close to salted-licorice ice cream?”
Mac smiled and nodded. “I guess—salted licorice itself?”
“Well, you’re SOL if you had your heart set on that flavor.”
“It’s cool. Ice cream is ice cream. It’s like s*x—even the flavor you like least is still good.”
Flynn narrowed his eyes. “I take it you’re not a vanilla kind of guy.”
“Are we talking about ice cream or s*x?”
Flynn felt a little heat rise to his face and then more, embarrassed by the realization that he was blushing. “Um, I was talking ice cream, but I’m happy to discuss both.”
Mac c****d his head. “
