Then Cody’s friend inhaled a big breath and his chest puffed out. “Did someone make chocolate chip cookies?” He pushed his shaggy black hair from his eyes. Eyes that were the same color as the night went wide when he saw the plate of them. “Can I have some?” he asked their momma. “You’ll have to ask Dakota. She’s the one who baked them.” Dakota’s mother’s smile was crooked when she looked between them. “Can I have one, Dakota? They smell better than anything I’ve ever smelled before.” Dakota’s chest filled with pride, something like feathers that tickled in her heart and floated in her belly.
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