Moxie (Rock-Hard Beautiful, #3)

by C.M. Stunich

“Is there ice cream cake in York?” I ask, sitting across from Ran, Pax, and Cope at a restaurant near the British Museum. The boys told me to expect the world portion of the tour to flash by at a much quicker pace than the Stateside leg; they were right. It feels like we're sprinting from one fabulous city to another, places that I could spend weeks in and I get only hours. It's a cruel little taste of a world I never thought I'd get to see. Wish you could be here, Mom. “You're properly mental, you are,” Paxton says, shaking his head and leaning back in his chair, sunlight streaming across his blonde hair, turning it this burnished gold color that makes my heart flutter. “It's York, not some Podunk little craphole in the midwest. Of course there's ice cream cake, you nutter.” “Fucker,” I mumble, resisting the urge to flick some of my chicken souvlaki in his direction. We're at some tiny little Greek eatery—I've literally never eaten Greek food before this—sitting outside in the sunlit courtyard. For days, it's been pouring rain in London, but just after we landed, the weather cleared up and now, it's bright and cheerful and clear out. “Ice cream cake,” Copeland says, picking over the spicy lamb meatballs he ordered. He lifts his turquoise eyes to meet mine. “Is that your weakness? Mine's cream puffs. I'm starting to get withdrawals it's been so long since I had any.”