FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER, we’d each got a cone. The slight slope to the grass provided adequate seating beneath the trees, as our tongues set to work.
“I’m so freaking hungry,” Kyle mumbled around licks.
“Hmm-mm.” Another lap of my tongue brought me more vanilla, creamy delight.
“What time is it, anyway?”
I folded my lips over the mound of white stuff and drew a layer into my mouth before shrugging.
Kyle stood, working his phone out. “Four forty.” His chuckle drew my gaze up, and he circled his lips with his finger. “Got a tosh going on there.”
A lick solved that.
“What time we searching ‘til, today?” He deposited his rear back beside mine.
“Until we drop, probably.” I waved what I had left of my cone at him. “This should keep us going a little longer.”
“Speak for yourself.” He shove
