"I'm going to fart on your pillow," Glen promised her, crossing his arms.
"Do that and I'll tell Francis that you broke his lucky chain." Hayes mirrored his stance, unintimidated.
"Smiley, Sunshine, ease up a bit." Hearing their voices rise, Colton...
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Hayes painstakingly examined each and every square piece of pre-cut cookie dough, looking for even the smallest blemish possible.
Then she would obviously have to remove it from the cookie tray because it wasn't up to par.
And by remove it, she meant eat it.
Yes, yes, eating raw cookie dough was not recommended or else you'll get diarrhea. She's been told that plenty in the past, but has she ever listened?
Hehe.
She squinted, getting eye level with the counter top that the tray was on to really get a good look.
"Hmmm," Hayes subconsciously chewed on her lip as she contemplated her choices. This wasn't a job for the faint of heart. Her index finger traced up and down the rows, looking for her next victim.
