Raiding the Sugar Stash

First of all, don't call me a man, darling—get it right. But since you brought up food, I marched straight into the kitchen to inspect the situation. McDonald's tomorrow? Maybe, but tonight I needed real sweetness. I scrambled up the cabinet handles and found a ceramic jar filled with wrapped peppermint hard candies. I dragged two shiny wrappers across the polished granite counter, leaning against the sugar bowl like I own the joint. A girl has standards, and plain takeout simply won't cut it without dessert.