““Get in here,” she ordered, waving her hand at him and moving inside. “If I knew you were coming, I’d have made cookies. Since I didn’t, you get Chips Ahoy or Oreos. I think I also have some Nilla Wafers.” Fuck, but it felt good to know some things didn’t change. “May have escaped you, darlin’, but I’m not eight anymore,” he muttered, coming in behind her and closing the door. She whirled on him. “I’m not either. I still like my cookies.””
