Sophia pressed her forehead to the cool passenger window, fighting a ridiculous smile as the car rolled to a gentle stop. A discreet sign above the old brick shop read Vinci’s Creamery — Small Batch, Big Sins.
Nate’s low chuckle drew her eyes back to him. “What? You look like you’re about to accuse me of kidnapping.”
“Not yet,” she shot back. “But I didn’t peg you for an ice cream and sprinkles kind of man.”
“I’m full of surprises.” He pushed open his door, circled the car, and opened hers before she could argue. A small, infuriating gesture that still melted her inside. He offered his hand and she took it, ignoring the heat that rushed to her cheeks.
Inside, the shop smelled like roasted nuts, toasted waffle cones, and sugary decadence. It was quiet except for a soft indie song playin
