The ambiance of Brynn’s favorite store was lovely after dealing with the onslaught of cranky doctors, but a sense of satisfaction held her head high. The patient with the cardiac arrhythmia was, in fact, having a heart attack and the cardiologist scolded the attending for not calling sooner. Even though her mood had improved, and it was freezing outside, Brynn still needed ice cream therapy or maybe a damn croissant. She went straight to the freezer aisle, thinking a pint of Cherry Garcia was in order. She peered through the numerous foggy glass doors, inspecting her options with irritation because none included any Ben and Jerry’s.
“Hey, pasta enthusiast,” a familiar voice echoed to her right. Brynn lifted her gaze and caught Nikki Mortelli watching her from beside the cone and chocolate
