Tessa finally looked up and waved, a huge smile on her face. Time for a change of subject. “I hope she realizes I’m not getting her one of those things.”
Nate stared deep into my eyes before he winked, then chuckled. “Come on, those things are cool. You just have to get one of the unpainted shells. The painted ones are bad for them.”
“Huh. I didn’t know that.” I took a deep breath and waited for my chance to dodge pedestrians and join my daughter. “She’s still not getting one.”
“Duly noted. Hermit crabs are off the gift list. What’s your ruling on ice cream cones?” He flashed a gorgeous grin, and I forgot all about not wanting to complicate my life.
I didn’t want to go home and wallow in self-pity either, so I nodded. “Definitely pro ice cream. But only after dinner.” Oh crap. Did I just ask him out to dinner? Was that ice cream comment an invitation or just a question? I should probably tell him I needed to get Tessa home.
“Sounds great. Want to grab a couple slices at Manny’s?”
“That’s just what I was thinking.” My mouth had no connection to my brain. My heart—or maybe my hormones?—had apparently decided my brain was stupid.