Free Neighbors (Entangled Flirts) by L.S. Murphy Page A

when he kissed.
    She shrugged. “A Coke? Wait, no, a Neapolitan shake.”
    “Where is that?” He stared at the menu.
    “It’s a secret menu item. You have to request it.”
    Both eyebrows lifted this time. He’d clearly never ordered off-menu. Her whole life was lived off-menu. Owen continued to stare at her, but said nothing, so she rolled down her window and requested it herself.