Julia and Andie both stared at their friend.

“Relax. I’m just messing with you.” Kat met their gazes, a sly smile in the corner of her mouth. “Though maybe it’s not a bad thing to know what the package looks like before it’s delivered.”

“Yeah, but you should be allowed to order the package first.” Julia’s peeved tone turned teasing. “Nobody appreciates junk mail.”

“Wow.” Andie snorted. “You two make it all sound so romantic.”

“When’s the last time you went on a romantic date?” Kat shot back.

“Honestly, at this point I’d settle for someone who wasn’t looking for me to play mommy.” Andie made a face. “For him or his kids.”

“Uh-oh.” Julia shared a glance with Kat before asking, “Did you try dating another team dad?”

“I don’t know why I keep doing this to myself.” Andie shook her head. “I mean, if I fall in love with a guy, I’d be fine having a relationship with his kids, but I need to have a relationship with him first. All these dudes seem to want is a babysitter with benefits.”

“That’s like one step away from banging the nanny.” Julia bit her lip, holding back from saying more. Her friend had a habit of going out with the single dads of girls she coached. Widowed, divorced, separated—whatever their story was at the start, inevitably they all ended the same.

“Definitely not romantic,” Kat agreed, frowning. “Though I’m not really one to talk. I can’t remember the last time a date felt romantic or the last romantic gesture someone did for me. I’d blame my notorious ability to be attracted to assholes, but it’s not like the odds are in our favor.”

“Why do you say that?” Julia asked.

“Jerks are everywhere.” Kat spread her arms wide. “I sell way more I screwed up bouquets at work than I do Let’s make this night special ones.”

“How do you know which is which?”

“Someone has to type up the messages that go on those little cards.” Kat leaned closer and lowered her voice. “You would not believe some of the shit I’ve had dictated to me.”

“Maybe if guys started sending flowers instead of dick pics, they’d get more action,” Julia suggested.

“Or they could send flowers with their dick pics,” Andie observed drily.

Kat clapped her hands. “You might be onto something. That would make a great marketing campaign for the shop!”

“It would make a great article for TrendList,” Julia agreed, pulling a pen from her purse along with the mini notebook she always carried to jot down story ideas.

“How to make your dick pics more romantic?” Andie crinkled her nose.

“Would you click on that article?” Julia challenged.

“You know I would,” Andie admitted, face splitting in a You’ve got me there grin.