I dipped my head toward the donuts. “Those for me?” He gave a huff of amusement, shaking his head as he started up the truck. “No, they’re for the other girl with a massive sweet tooth that I rescued from a psych hospital last night.” I rolled my eyes but was too busy taking a bite of the first donut to respond with anything remotely quick-witted. Instead, all I could do was moan like a porn star when the original glaze coated my tongue.
