Page 31 of Plus Size Plan For The Tiger

There is so, my she-Bear, traitor that she is, rumbles happily.

Rob’s mouth twitches.

“Do you want ice cream or not?” I snap.

“Yeah, Cookie, I want ice cream.”

“What flavor?”

He shrugs one shoulder.

“Whatever you recommend.”

I narrow my eyes.

“Oh, I recommend something.”

Tommy whispers, “Uh oh.”

I spin and march over to the display case.

Let’s see…

Mint chip.

Salted caramel.

Chocolate fudge.

And then I find it.

Perfect.

I grab the tub labeled Firecracker Chili Chocolate.

Very popular with customers who enjoy hidden consequences.

I scoop a generous mound into a waffle cone, sprinkle it liberally with some of my special cayenne sprinkles, and I slam it down in front of him.

“There.”

Rob picks it up.

Sniffs it.

“Chocolate?”

“Chocolate,” I say sweetly.

“And there’s something else,” he whispers, sniffing again.

Reg leans in and whispers loudly, “That one’s spicy.”

Rob glances at him.

Then at me.

“I can handle spicy.”