Best Served Cold

Revenge is a dish best served cold. Which is a real problem when the attraction runs red-hot. Trust me. I know. The only reason I decided to renovate my family's ice-cream store was to serve up a sundae full of revenge for my a-hole ex who opened an ice-cream store right next to mine. It was supposed to be simple. Renovate. Reopen. Put his peachy butt out of business. Until he decided to get under my skin-and broke my toe. Now, I'm stuck with Chase in my store every day, helping me renovate. But he's also in my head, and I'm spending a little too much time up against his abs. Not that it's the worst place to be. But it doesn't change anything. I still hate him, and I'm still going to get my revenge. Right?