“He’s going to kill you,” Cole said, not really sounding all that concerned as he finished off the shepherd’s pie that she’d made earlier and reached for the chicken alfredo she’d made after she picked up the brownies.
“No, he’s not,” Haley said, pushing her glasses back up her nose as she took in all the food she’d made and bought today and couldn’t help but regret her decision not to stop at the Fire & Brimstone on the way home to grab two Bradford Specials to give it that special touch.
“You’ve been sending him pictures of all his favorite foods all day and you don’t think he’s going to be pissed?” Cole absently asked as he glanced down at his phone.
“By the time he gets home, he’ll be too tired to do anything more than eat dinner and glare,” she pointed out with a satisfied sigh.
She’d planned this perfectly.