“How are we going to get the cockies out of here and back to the shop?” she asked.
He ticked his head to the side. “I guess you can hold them between us?”
“You want me to hold a vase filled with penis cookies between us on your motorcycle?”
“You have a better idea?” he asked.
“I could call a car. From my phone,” she pointed out. It’d be a much more comfortable way to get back.
“Then you won’t get lunch with me.”
Well, there was that. Not that she wanted to have lunch with him, particularly. Just lunch in general. Also, free lunch was a good thing.
They sat in silence for a beat.
“You, me, and a bouquet of cookies might be the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done,” she finally said.
He closed his eyes again. “Then you need to get out more.”
That much was true. She really should start getting out more. She’d thrown herself into her business over the past months. And any spare time was spent volunteering at the retirement home. She loved the elderly. They said what they meant and meant what they said. So, she helped out there. Anything to prevent her from actually getting out with people under the age of seventy-five.
“Why penis cookies?” Jase asked, eyes still closed.
She shifted on her bucket. “What do you mean?”
He opened his eyes, sat up, leaned forward. “I mean, of all the shapes in all the world, why’d you pick those?”
“Can’t a girl just appreciate a nice—”
“Absolutely. And she should. But that doesn’t mean she should immortalize them in cookie dough.”
She gave him her slyest smile. “Maybe you just don’t know the right women.”
He snorted. “Touché.”
“Years ago, I made the cookies for a bachelorette party and they were a hit.” Looked like they’d be waiting for a while. She might as well tell the story. “Friends started asking for them, so I baked on the side for a while. Got pretty good at it, and expanded into other shapes. Then I figured one can’t sell corrugated cardboard forever, so I decided to make cookies. The cockies were an obvious choice. I mean, I’d already created an underground following with them. Might as well monetize that.” She lifted a shoulder. “Never thought that choice would lead me right here with you, though.”
“Pretty awesome that it did.” Jase lifted his eyebrows at her.
“See, this is what I don’t get. We’re all fake broken up, and you keep flirting with me.”
“And?”
“And what am I supposed to do with that?”
He chuckled and flashed a set of dimples she had no idea he had. “Flirt back?”
Seriously, where had he been hiding those dimples? “I don’t think you could handle my flirting. I mean, it’d ruin the breakup you’re so committed to.”
“You think?”
“I know.”
“Give it a try, let’s see what happens.”
“And then what?”
“And then we take your inappropriate cookie bouquet and go grab lunch.”
