Rune forced a change of subject: “So, is this your standard romance routine? You take whatever girl you’re courting for ice cream and a promenade?” His mouth quirked. “Are we courting? I wasn’t aware.” What? Heat rushed into Rune’s cheeks. “That’s not … no. I didn’t mean—” He glanced back over his shoulder, toward the ice cream parlor. “Actually,” he said, interrupting her spluttering. “I come here whenever I miss my family.” Oh.
