“Excellent idea, Mr. Hough.” The grin he shot me was wicked as he grabbed my free hand and tugged me down the aisle. “I’m suddenly really in the mood for ice cream.” “Are you sure you should have more dairy?” I asked doubtfully. “We had those milkshakes. Chase was airing out his office for most of the morning after we went in there.” He shot me a weak glare. “Don’t ruin my sexy ice cream fantasy with the threat of dairy farts, Taylor. I can handle it.”
