“You know what I would love right now?” he said, slowing his pace as they walked down the street.
The other man glanced at him, wiping a bead of sweat from his brow. “Don’t tell me. Ice cream.”
He grinned. “How did you know? I’m picturing a huge waffle cone with sprinkles.”
“A huge one with sprinkles,” the other man agreed. “And I know just the place. Let’s go.”
