The pint bottle was open, flat in the freezer. Some had spilled, but not all of it, mercifully.
Cullen decided to pour the vodka over peppermint ice cream leftover from Christmas time.
What month was it?
June.
Did ice cream go bad?
He didn’t think so. Just a little freezer burn.
Marla grabbed his butt from behind.
He jumped, then smiled.
“Have fun last night?”
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