I’ll do anything for the cookie…
I’m used to playing the field. But specialty baker Tabitha wrapped me up in her the first time I tasted her…frosting.
Suddenly I’m offering my services in any way I can.
Need help babysitting your new puppy? Check.
Bakery invaded by a rogue duck? Check.
Missed dinner and want takeout? Check.
Except that late at night after I’m done with patrol, we fall into bed.
And onto the kitchen counter.
And into the shower.
Spoiler: I didn’t need help finding the soap.
Turns out that whole protect-and-serve thing apparently doesn’t extend to birth control. But I thought we were covered.
Whoops.
But if I can convince her I’m ready to be a one-woman man, our spontaneous hookup might just lead to forever.