Fire and Ice
Curtis cranks the heat as he peers through the windshield. “What’s taking Duncan so long?”
I snort. “Can’t handle his hot wings.”
Jenn twists in the passenger seat. “That’s not nice, Nora! You shouldn’t have challenged him.”
“I’m not running to the toilet, and I ate twice as many.”
“Finally!” Curtis fastens his seatbelt.
Duncan prances across the parking lot. The door opens, blasting icy air and snowflakes in my face. “Scooch, babydoll. It’s cold out!”
I slide across the backseat and crack my window. I may have agreed to date Duncan, but I didn’t agree to be called “babydoll.”