The world tastes sweeter with a double scoop of sea salt caramel dripping down my wrist.

"Tell me again how you conned me into this?" I mumble around a mouthful of waffle cone as Julian drags me across the tiny parking lot of the private terminal.

"You looked sad," he says, like it's obvious. "I'm a good friend. I'm legally obligated to bribe you with overpriced artisanal ice cream."

I squint at him. "You don't even know what happened last night."

He grins, shameless. "Didn't have to. You stormed into the hotel room at two A.M. looking like a kicked puppy and threatened to set fire to men's dress shoes....