She should have known better. The ice cream shop was the prime hang out spot for the kids during summer break. “Uh, maybe we should come up with a Plan B.” Dylan tossed her a surprised look. “I thought we were all agreed on ice cream.” She groaned as those two magic words launched Hunter into a rousing chorus of icecreamicecreamicecream. Repeat that about million more times—which he did—and it was the makings for an Extra Strength Tylenol moment. She rubbed her temples. “Did you not notice how many kids are parked in front of that place?” “Yeah,” Dylan responded, slowly dragging out the word. “So that’s the equivalent of a whole bunch of Mandys, give or take a few dozen.” Dylan rubbed his jaw. “I see your point.” After a brief period of apparently mulling the situation over, he shrugged. “Hell, I don’t mind if you don’t.” She blinked.
What do You think about Dylan: The Sons Of Dusty Walker?
