ice cream show-down that kept Shannon staring at the clear door in the frozen-food section of Jimmy’s food mart. At seven months pregnant, Genie’s cravings were at best unpredictable and he didn’t want to come home with the wrong thing, again—she owned a gun. His cell phone rang as he reached for the ice cream, and he held it to his ear as he opened the freezer door. “Just get both, damn.” He smiled at the sound of Genie’s irritated voice. “How did you know I was waffling?” “Because I know you. Please, please come home. Your daughter is tap dancing on my bladder and my back hurts, and I’m really just missing you.” “Maybe I should leave this cart sitting here and come home,” the silence he met with nearly made him laugh aloud, but he wasn’t quite that stupid. “Okay you got fifteen minutes,” she conceded with a grumble. Then she added, “Oh, and grab the chocolate sauce as you walk by.” “Am I wearing a camera?” Shannon asked, glancing down his body.
