6
KARISSA
I pressed my lips into a smile and tried to figure out how I could get out of agreeing. I could say I was working, but then why was I standing in line for twenty minutes to get dessert? Yeah, I had nothing.
I nodded, avoiding looking at Xavier. “Of course,” I told McJenna.
She smiled and turned back to her dad, who’d already found a table in the crowded space. One with three chairs. Like it was already predetermined. Dammit.
McJenna waved at me to make sure I saw them. I waved back, hating myself for going in there when I did. I should have gone earlier. But I was working. Or later. But then I’d miss out on the special. Crap-tastic. I was spending the morning with my ex and his daughter.
Kill me now.
I checked messages on my phone while I waited for the line to move forwar
