I cut the engine and turned around in my seat. “Dylan, we’re late. I might get grounded,” I joked.

“Ooh, you’re in trouble.” He laughed at me. “I’ll tell Grandma it’s my fault. She never gets mad at me because I’m so cute.”

I hopped out of the car and opened the back door. I grinned at Dylan as I unbuckled his seatbelt. “True, you are cute. But we’ll be living in town now. Grandma is going to babysit you every morning all summer when I work at Violet’s. Cuteness is only going to get you so far when we’re here all the time. Keep that in mind.”

He considered my words. “Okay, you’re on your own, then. I’ll save my cuteness for when I spill milk or break a window.”

“Good plan. Let’s go in.”

He jumped out and started running for the front door.

“Lily Elizabeth Barrett Sullivan. You are late,” I heard Mom shout from the huge brick porch. “Tell me you did not stop at Pixie Cakes. You’d better not be full of cupcakes after I’ve been cooking all of your favorites all day,” she said as she headed for my car, Rose, hot on her heels and headed for the back seat to steal my baby.

“Hi, Lily,” Rose said as she unbuckled Calla and gave her a snuggle. Calla pulled her hair and “kissed” her cheek. Calla kisses consisted of an open mouth and copious amounts of drool.

“I did not stop at Pixie Cakes, Mom. I stopped at Luke’s. Dylan wanted to meet him, and I wanted to get it over with.” I was hanging by a thread, so much was going through my mind. I needed to sit down. I needed cupcakes. What I really needed was a bottle of wine, but I couldn’t have that until I weaned Calla.

“Oh. Oh my gosh.” She put her arms straight up in the air. “Yay! Rose, she went to Luke’s! How did it go? Is Dylan okay? Mark and Mara grabbed him as soon as he crossed the doorway. I didn’t even get to say hi or get a hug.” Mark and Mara were my oldest brother, Asher’s, kids, twins, the same age as Dylan. There were a lot of twins in my family, but Rose and I were the only identical pair.