I hand her the cup, and she brings the liquid to her lips.“Okay, I love this.” That word sounds so exquisite coming from her. “I didn’t take you for someone who enjoys something this sweet.”She hands the cup back to me, and I take another swish, savoring the ease she feels at sharing the same drink with me.I grin. “I will always make an exception for something this delicious.”“You surprise me more and more each day.”Joy suffuses through me. “There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me.”“Like what?”“Well, you already know I’m competitive and that, occasionally, I like the taste of something sweet.”Avery smiles and her cheeks flush a deeper red, a heat permeating from her that isn’t just from the blistering air outside. “Only occasionally?”“More and more lately,” I admit.She nods. “What else?”I take another loud slurp of horchata. “You’ll just have to wait and see.”