Can I try one of these?” he asked, pointing to one of the peanut butter cookies. “Help yourself.” I smiled and began filling a plastic container with an assortment of goodies. Colt took a bite of the cookie and groaned. “Wow, these are good.” I chuckled. “You sound surprised.” With his cheeks puffed out around the cookie, he shook his head. “There you go again. You’re kind of a ball buster, you know that?” I’d been called worse. Stuck up, snob, whore. Not that what he’d said was an insult. In fact, it sounded like he enjoyed that I gave him a hard time.
