Page 26 of A Cowboy Sugar Cookie Kiss
She shakes her head. “I’m not ready to share my cookies with the world.”
I lift a shoulder and drop it. “What about some locals from town.”
“No, we can’t.” Her nose crinkles. “Can we?”
“We can.”
“What about the kids coming to decorate the sugar cookies?”
“They were only coming to decorate half the cookies. Our grandparents can bake those sugar cookies tomorrow for the kids to decorate. And today we bake Dreamy Monster Cookiextreme’s.”
“I can’t believe you remember the name.”
“It’s a catchy name.”
“They’re too big. We’d be lucky if two cookies fit in each box.”
“It’s perfect. We bake less. I think the guests will enjoy picking a Dreamy Monster Cookiextreme and a few of the kids decorated sugar cookies.”
I love watching the debate in her gorgeous green eyes. “We did already bake their cookies today.”
I say nothing. The final decision is hers.
“Plus, we weren’t the ones who wrecked them and then ditched.” She smiles from ear to ear. “I just have to do some quick calculations.”
She adjusts the ingredients list and we finish shopping.
Outside, we’re greeted by the town’s community dog, Gus.
“Gus.” Maggie kneels and scratches behind the dogs ears. “How are you boy? I haven’t seen you in a long time.”
I push the cart to my pickup truck and grab a handful of dog treats I keep in the glove box for this very occasion.
“Want a snack Gus?” I hold my hand flat in front of the hound dog. He sniffs for a second before devouring the treats I pick up at the local pet store.
“You like these Gus?” Maggie pets his back as she stands up. “Do you have dogs?”
“Sure do. I have a Maremma Sheepdog named Bear and a shepherd named Max. They’re best friends. Never apart.”
I load the bags of flour in the bed of my pickup truck while she fills the back seat with smaller grocery bags.
“All done?” I lean one arm on the open door and the other on the truck frame.
“Last bag.” When she turns, I’ve left her no room to sneak by me.
“Hi,” I say.
“Hi.”
Christmas music croons from the towns outdoor speakers.
“I was thinking about stealin’ a kiss.”
She glances in all directions. “In the bustling parking lot with all the busybody eyes on us.”
I lean down. “I don’t see anyone. No one to interrupt us. No one to stop us from getting a head start on our vacation fling.”
“Vacation fling ...” Her eyes sparkle. “I like the sound of that.”
