“Give it back.”




Summer giggled, clutching the bailey’s ice cream to her chest. “Nope! Nope nope nope, you’re cut off and this is mine now!”

Summer waved a hand, brushing that away. “No, besides that. I meant, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t see where you would get that there’s something wrong. I thought we were having a good time here.” Tony let the grin that took over his face fell in an obvious manner, feigned and on purpose, giving the impression that he was thoroughly disappointed.

“You said ‘resort to this’,” she pointed out, undeterred. “That does rather imply that there’s something you don’t want to be thinking about.” Neatly, she sniped the empty pint container from his hand and got up to throw it away. “Drinking so you don’t think is a lousy solution, Tony. There’re much better ways to not think.”