Thomas began to start the car but froze in place and blinked at the doughnut. “Hey,” he said. “Where the hell did that come from?”
I took another bite. Cake doughnut. White frosting. Sprinkles. Still warm. And I had hot coffee to go with it. Pure heaven. I gave my brother a cryptic look and just took another bite.
“Christ,” he muttered, starting the truck. “You don’t even explain the little things, do you?”
“It’s like a drug,” I said, through a mouthful of fattening goodness.
Harry Dresden and Thomas Raith (Small Favor by Jim Butcher)