“My treat,” Julian said, righting himself. “What do you want, Alice?”
“Chocolate fudge sundae!” she said brightly. She must have realized I was going to let her get away with what she’d done, and I was… at least, for now.
Julian looked at me. “And Amber?”
I startled slightly, surprised to be included.
“I… uh…”
“Chocolate cone with extra sprinkles?” he asked, remembering the way I had ordered ice cream when we’d gone out once, long ago, before we’d even been married.
How could he remember that?
Despite my best efforts to keep my heart guarded and my feelings cold toward him, I warmed somewhat.
“Yes, that would be fine. Thank you,” I said.
Julian went to order our ice cream, while Alice and I found a table.
“You are in trouble for this, young lady,” I said.
“Okay,” she said, sti
