Overview

The running joke is that all I need in life is milk and honey. They got the milk part right. I triple-check my orders. I count everything twice. I do not send honey to the wrong place. Except this time, I’m distracted by the Daddy I hooked up with the night before and I mix up my shipping labels. Suddenly, crates of my honey are sitting in a local bakery instead of three states away where they belong. I call, braced for embarrassment and yelling… but instead, I hear his voice. Warm. Steady. Pure Daddy vibes. He laughs and says my honey is safe until I can get there. Which works out perfectly, because the milk my friend arranged for me to pick up is on that side of town. Next door, actually. And waiting for me when I arrive is the hot Daddy who turns out to be the baker and my milk man. How is this my life?