“I know.” She smirks her annoying, smug smile and closes the space between us. “You know I only like yoga pants, not the actual craft. I’ll go, but only under a few promises.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything.” It’s not that I’m nervous to do yoga with Daisy as much as I’m terrified about the drive to Morrison with just the two of us so early in the morning. I can take a lot of things, but long stretches of awkward silence isn’t one of them. “Name your price.”

“One.” She holds her hand in the air, ticking off her fingers. “You pick me up with a latte, no way am I waking up before my children on a Sunday without being properly caffeinated. Two”—she adds another finger—“we do brunch after. I miss brunch. If I have to embarrass myself with my lack of flexibility in public, on a rock, I deserve a mimosa and French toast after.”

“That’s fair. I feel like I will also deserve a drink or two for spending time with Daisy. You know this is a big step in the direction of being less petty for me.”

Considering who my parents are, I’m pretty sure pettiness is hereditary, and I have it in spades. This is a big deal for me.

“Big facts.” She squats down to the floor—no wonder her ass looks even better after four kids than ever before—and swoops up Milo without disturbing Finn. “But my final requirement is the most vital.”

“More important than brunch?” I was so distracted seeing her pick up Milo and stand holding these two babies, I forgot she wasn’t finished yet.

“Oh yeah, way more important. If you want me to go, you need to go over there and talk to the hottie who just walked into your store.” She uses her chin to point in the direction of said hottie since both of her hands are full of baby.

I turn, prepared to follow her line of sight, but I don’t need to. This hottie is not just hot. He’s fucking Fine . . . with a capital F. And my eyes, like the eyes of damn near everyone in the store, are drawn straight to him.

I mean, I never thought I’d pick someone up in Gran’s bookstore while Elsa read in the corner and my best friend’s toddler watched.

Never say never, I guess.