Cassie shrugged. "I don't know."
"What? How could you not know?"
"Because my ice was melting, and some guy in a baseball hat was eyeballing my cooler."
"So you just left?"
"Sure," she said. "The show was over, right?"
"But wait, did Joel leave with Angelina?"
"Sorry," Cassie said. "I didn't see either way."
Damn it."So what about the tip jar? Did Spencer get it back?"
"Oh yeah," Cassie said. "Didn't I tell you? Joel tossed it back to Spencer when the barfing started."
"Was he okay?"
"Spencer? Oh yeah. He was laughing his ass off." She smiled. "Then again, so was everyone."
Stunned by the whole story, I murmured, "I can't believe I'm just hearing this."
"Don't blameme," she said. "Youwere the one who covered your ears."
Well, therewasthat.
Still, I was dying to know, did the story end with Joel and Angelina frolicking on the beach? Or worse, frolicking naked somewhere else?
I was still mulling that when Cassie perked up. "You know who else was there?"
"Who?"
"Terry. You know, from the ice cream place."
I leaned forward. "Do you thinksheknows what happened with Angelina?"
"I'm not sure, but it's worth a shot."
Yes, itwasworth a shot.
Suddenly, I was desperate for ice cream.
Chapter 33
I held out the white paper bag. "I brought us a snack."
Joel smiled. "Yeah? What is it?"
His smile made me feel warm all over. "Sundaes. Theywerehot fudge."
His eyebrows lifted. "Were?"
"Well, I bought them like four hours ago." I glanced down at the bag. "But they've been in Cassie's freezer, so they're not melty or anything. It's just that, well, the fudge isn't technically hot anymore."
During my lunch break, I'd dashed over to the ice cream shop in search of answers. Unfortunately, Terry hadn't been working, so I'd left with the next best thing – something cool and sweet for the walk on the beach.
After all, I had to buysomethingfrom the ice cream shop, if only to be polite – and to learn that Terrywouldbe working tomorrow. I didn't care how much ice cream it took, I was determined to get those answers.
