Her Mid-Life Cravings

I hurried into the building, and the object of my late-night fantasies was in fact inside the store. And even more incredulous than that was the fact that he was wearing a hairnet and an apron and was scooping ice cream alongside his daughter, Kayla.

He looked up at the door, and the smile on his face could have knocked me to the ground. “Leila, you’re not stalking me, are you?”

I felt my face heat up as the absurdity of the whole situation hit me. I began laughing and almost walked back outside to get myself back under control. I stopped and moved closer to the counter. He had a smear of strawberry across the top of his cheek, and I said the first thing that came to mind. “That’s a gorgeous color on you.”

His eyebrows crinkled together in the middle. “She means that strawberry ice cream on your cheek, Dad.” Kayla’s eyes rolled around, and she shook her head as she walked over to the register to ring up the other customer’s ice cream.

“Right.” He said as he ducked down to look at his reflection in the glass behind him.

My mood had changed as soon as I had walked in to see him working behind the counter. I wanted to see what it felt like to tease him. “Mr. Sanders, is it take your father to work day, or is this your part-time job?”

“Is that one scoop or two of macadamia nut, Leila?” One side of his mouth raised, then he met my eyes straight on. “My treat, of course.”

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