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Wait a sec. She’d cut him out with an ordinary cookie cutter, but somehow his body seemed more… More what? Ripped? Studying him closer she had to admit his form was pretty damned extraordinary. “Hmm, you even have the broad shoulders I like. And when did I make ears for your head?”

She reached for the cookie cutter sitting in the sink and picked it up. Holding it over the cookie man, she could see that the shape of the cutter was different from the outline of the cookie. “Did Shelly do something to make your body better when I wasn’t looking?” Yet, she knew she’d never left Shelly alone with the cookies. Plus, Shelly couldn’t have molded the ridges in his stomach, making his body appear more lifelike. She didn’t possess either the artistic ability or the baking ability. “Rayne, girl, you are not having another drink for a long, long time.”

Even as she bit her lip and tried to convince herself that her imagination—coupled with too much wine—was at work, she couldn’t help but wonder at the change in the cookie’s appearance. “Still, my addition to his form beats the hell outta Shelly’s redesign of his body. Mr. Cookie Man, I could just eat you up.”