“Okay, so now that we have bookstores and yoga sorted, I think it’s time to move on to the important things.” Daisy drops her elbows onto the table and leans over, the unmistakable whisper of gossip perking her right up. “I could really use a Denver boyfriend—where can I find one?”

“Even though I’m intrigued by the idea of you having boyfriends in multiple cities and really wish I could help, my dating history is troubled at best.” Much to Gran and the Dirty Birds’ dismay. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for you.”

“Oh, sister dearest . . . we have so much to catch up on.” Mischief twinkles in her eyes as she looks at me and winks . . . winks! “I have a feeling I might be able to teach you a thing or two.”

Well, fuck.

As if the Dirty Birds meddling in my life wasn’t enough, let’s just pile it on.

CHAPTER 3

Saturday mornings are my favorite time in the Book Nook.

Besides hosting a few book clubs and being an overall wonderful human being, Gran didn’t have any ploys to drive business to the store. Shortly before she passed, though, she mentioned she wanted to do something for our in-need-of-much-love children’s section.

And you know what helps you ignore the death of your beloved grandmother? Painting walls, assembling shelves, and constantly bothering your best friend about the latest and greatest in children’s entertainment. I spent every waking hour I had making sure the children’s nook was everything Gran would’ve wanted. I even reached out to a local company that hires out princesses and superheroes for birthday parties. We worked out a steal of a deal to have someone come every Saturday to read to the kids. Where other sales have dwindled over the past few months, our children’s book sales are through the roof.

And today is the most packed yet.

“You should see how much it costs to put a coffee bar inside,” Elsie says while simultaneously bouncing the baby strapped onto her chest, wrangling my favorite one-year-old right before he goes limp noodle, and also keeping her eyes focused on her twins, sitting like the angels they are as they listen to Elsa. “I’d kill for a freaking latte right now.”

“I don’t understand how you don’t have a caffeine IV constantly pumping into your veins. You’re like superwoman.” I can’t function without a strong cup of coffee or two—fine! three!—and I get full nights of uninterrupted sleep. Or at least I used to. Sleep has been a little harder to come by lately.

“I think I’ve been in survival mode since Willow and Wren.” She readjusts her grip on Milo’s wrist while poor baby Finn just bounces around on her chest. “Add in these two, and it’s a miracle I manage to leave the house at all.”