"I want mango ice cream. The melted kind with real mango tidbits."
Cayson opened his eyes, brows furrowed as he stared at her. He was lying on his stomach, his head resting on his arms. He had been drifting off to sleep when she spoke.
"What?"
"You heard me."
He pushed himself up slightly and glanced at the time on his Swiss watch. Letting out a deep sigh, he collapsed back onto the bed and shut his eyes again.
"It's one in the morning, Rome."
"I know. But I'm hungry, and I can't sleep. I really want mango ice cream."
"I doubt there’s a grocery store open at this hour in this area. Just order something from the hotel restaurant. They’re open twenty-four hours. I’ll buy you a gallon in the morning." His eyes remained closed.
Her lips pouted. S
