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We're alone, can't you see?

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"Bawk-bawk-bawk," Harley clucks. "Did you never do this as a child?"

Seriously, only Jonny'd turn up on the beach in a suit. At least he's ditched his shoes and tie. She can work him out of the rest.

He shakes his head, grimacing. "Grandmother wouldn't let me. Risk of contagion."

She pops the salmon-colored scoop into her mouth to undo her bikini top and shuck the bottom. Raising herself on tiptoe, she winds her arms around his neck and kisses him, chilled and flavored. The cone drips onto his sleeve.

"Make up for it now. No one's gonna see us."