When the bell over the ice cream shop entrance rang, Emily dried her hands on the towel hanging from her waist.  She stepped through the doorway, a smile on her face.  That smile froze as hard as a fresh bucket of ice cream at the sight before her.

Jacob Langley.

"Hey, Emily."  He said it like it had been six days since the last time he'd seen her instead of nearly six years.

"Jake."  Her throat was tight with fury and hurt and she could barely speak.  "What do you want?"

"Some of that caramel peanut butter ice cream on a sugar cone if you don't mind."  He flashed his best grin. 

Did he think they were still best friends like they were all through school?  Had he forgotten what he'd done to her?  Worse, what he'd done to Casey?  If he thought she'd let him stay in her place any longer, he was mistaken.  "Sorry.  We're all out."  Emily's gaze never wavered, her smile didn't thaw.

"Funny, I'm looking at it right there in front of me."  He pointed through the glass case.

She tapped a sign behind her.  "Then I guess I'm exercising my rights."

He pursed his lips and read the bold, black words printed on the white board: We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone for any reason.