Page 87 of Rockstar Baby

I blew out a slow breath. “I’m hoping for July 4th.”

“Maybe we can work something out. I’d have to test the product. Try it out here and see if people are into it.”

My heart raced. “I can do that. I’ve been testing flavors. I have a few gallons I can bring over to try.”

“All right. If you don’t poison me, we’ll talk about it.”

I laughed. “Wow. I didn’t—I mean, thanks.”

“Someone took a chance on me, I’m just paying it forward. Besides, then people will stop fucking asking about ice cream.”

I grinned. “What if you love it?”

“One step at a time. Bring some by tomorrow at seven? My evenings are less crazy.”

“I can do that. How many would you like me to bring?”

“Half a dozen of your best.”

I swallowed. Holy shit, this was really happening. “You got it.”

“Great.” Macy turned without another word as I tried not to do back-springs. I mean, I hadn’t done one since I was like twelve, but right now, I was pretty sure I could do one.

I was halfway to Kinleigh before I remembered I hadn’t gotten our food or drinks. She gave me awhat the fucklook and I spun back around to get in line once more. I wasn’t even sure what I ordered. I just took the tray full of food and drinks back to the table.

“What the hell were you doing over there? And were you making a drink for Macy?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, no shit. Really?” Kinleigh took her strawberry smoothie off the tray. “Are you saying I need to change my eating habits?”

“What?”

She held up the fruit cup.

“Oh, sorry. I was distracted. Macy wants to try my ice cream.”

She paused while popping off the plastic top. “Are you serious?”

“Heart attack level.”

She leaped out of her chair and tackle-hugged me. “Oh my God, you’re actually finally telling people.”

“Shut up, idiot.”

Kinleigh sat back down. “Girl, you’ve been hiding this little idea in your home freezer for ages. Not that I mind having the best ice cream ever being inmypersonal freezer, but it should be shared.”

“I’m going to. It’s just not ready yet.”

“Well, it better be. Macy Devereaux doesn’t give second chances.”

“I know that.”

“Do you though?”

Kinleigh’s blue eyes were serious. The same gaze that I got when I was waffling about buying the truck. Tough love Scott style. Pretty sure that was why we were best friends. She willed it to be so.

Not that I was one to blend into the wallpaper, but I sucked at the wholelet’s set stuff upthing. Unless it came to my future. For that, I had a notebook full of plans. But I got tunnel vision and all other things could fall away.