“You sound like Trace. He thinks I’m going to get kidnapped by some drug cartel. I’m just selling cookbooks.” “Pot cookbooks,” Shep argued. She huffed, brushing invisible crumbs off her flowy dress. “I have to give the people what they want. I have the best brownie recipe in three counties.” Shep looked down at me. “When you come to dinner, and Lolli offers you any sort of baked good, just say no.” “You’re no fun,” Lolli complained. “You know, I’ve got this new strain that’s really supposed to ramp up arousal. I could bring you some—” “Lolli!”
I love Lolli
