Best Served Cold
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot.<br /><br />Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family’s ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine.<br />It was supposed to be simple. <br />Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business.<br />Until he decided to get under my skin—and broke my toe. <br />Now, I’m stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he’s also in my head, and I’m spending a little too much time up against his abs.<br />Not that it’s the worst place to be. <br />But it doesn’t change anything. I still hate him, and I’m still going to get my revenge.<br />Right?