“Hal, I’m gonna be honest, I’m planning on taking Bonnie back to mine again tonight, so if whipping up a batch of cookies means she comes guilt free, then I’ll make fucking cookies. Hell, I’ll pay to have treats delivered every day of the god damn week,” I snarl. “Flour’s in the pantry, I’ll grab the chocolate chips,” Hal says, nodding at me approvingly
Cusses and acts like a horny neanderthal in front of her dad. Dad approves.
