Page 33 of Too Delicious

“You see, the restaurant delivers food in little boxes instead of slopping it into a bag. It’s ingenious, really.”

“Smart-ass,” she says.

“We can just eat the fro-yo right out of the bucket together, can’t we?” I ask.

“Like a couple of little piggies?”

“Sure, why not? We’re friends. Aren’t we?”

Harmony sighs. “I have an ulterior motive, you see.”

“Go on.”

“I’m sorry for leaving the way I did earlier.”

“It’s fine.”

“No, it’s not. So this is both a peace offering and a taste test.”

“I’m your bitch, babe. Whatever you need.”

Harmony snorts at my crassness. “I appreciate that. What I need is your opinion.” She peels off the lid of the restaurant-sized bucket. In the lantern light I see peach, I see swirls, and I see pastry. It smells like heaven.

“It’s peach with local honey,” she explains. “And I want to try it with the bourbon and see how it tastes before I add thecobbler topping. I want to see if the bourbon and peach together strangles the cobbler.”

“Cool, let’s eat.”

I hand her a box knife and we both work on the boxes marked “kitchen.”

“Sorry for imposing on your night in. You must be tired.”

“It’s nothing. You’re welcome to come over and strangle the cobbler with me anytime.”

Harmony clucks her tongue. “How do you manage to make everything sound dirty?”

“Aunt Gabby used to call me incorrigible.”

“I think I like this Aunt Gabby. Oh, jackpot! I found the booze!”

I turn and see Harmony holding out a brand new bottle of whiskey.

“Good girl. Let’s do this.”

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sixteen

Harmony

I’m still shivering at the “good girl” comment when Cooper takes the bottle of bourbon from my hands and opens it.

The slight strain as he unscrews the top makes that one sexy cord pop out at the base of his neck…the one I want to lick.

I know he meant nothing by the good girl thing, but it makes me feel wet and excited.

Everything that comes out of Cooper’s mouth arouses me.

Especially that tongue.

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