The timer dinged announcing that the cookies were ready. Saved by the bell. Oh, no, this time she saved herself. Hailey pushed off and away from the counter. Grabbing potholders, she swung open the oven door and pulled out the cookie sheet.
“Glass of milk?” she asked, as she slid the cookies over to the cooling rack.
“Is there any other way to eat cookies?”
With a laugh she opened the refrigerator door. “No, there’s not.” She poured the glasses of milk and served them two cookies each. As she’d done since she was a child, Hailey tore her cookie, loving the way the melted chocolate chip strung between the two halves.
Nate had already wolfed both his cookies down. “Would you like another?” she asked.
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