“Hells yes, you should!” Kenzie’s face lights up, and she’s way too excited about it. “Stay until after my shift so I can use my newfound drinking freedom to do it legally.” She just turned twenty-one a month ago and takes every opportunity to remind us.

I glance at her. “I’m busy tonight.”

“Doing what?” Rowan asks, doubtful. “Bingeing Love is Blind and shoving dark chocolate into your mouth doesn’t qualify as busy.”

I give her my best death glare, unamused by how right she is.

“But you gotta admit, it’s a train wreck you can’t look away from…” Kenzie says, referring to the show. “Cameron’s my favorite. I’d marry him in a heartbeat.”

“See?” I hold my hand out toward Kenzie. “I need to catch up.”

Rowan doesn’t buy my excuse, though. “You can do it tomorrow. Tonight, you’re coming to the bar! No arguing!”

I plop the dough on the counter, then break it into pieces and roll it into balls. “Damn, I thought getting laid would make you nicer,” I mutter with a smirk.

“Maybe you’re the one who needs to get laid, meanie,” she retorts.

“I definitely need to get laid,” Kenzie adds, and the three of us burst into laughter. I know we’re being loud as hell, but I can’t help it. These two bring out the best in me.

“What’s all this noise I’m hearing?” Dad enters, and I hope to all things holy he didn’t overhear what we were talking about. I’d be absolutely mortified.

“None of your business,” I quickly say. “Girl talk. No boys allowed.”

“Pretty sassy for someone who still lives under my roof,” Dad teases, not that I needed the reminder.

“Kenzie and I are gonna get an apartment in the city,” I say casually, wanting to change the subject quickly.

“Not a chance in hell,” he snaps. “Nice try, though.” He reaches over and steals one of the apple turnovers that Kat delivered this morning. Kat’s a family friend who provides the B&B with gluten-free pastries. While I could prepare everything, Grandma Bishop loves to support Kat’s bakery, and it’s something we’ve done for a long time.

“Dad…” I suck in a breath. “I’m almost twenty-five and live at home. Do you know how pathetic I sound? I need my own place.”

He lifts his eyebrow. “You can move out when you get married.”

This response causes me to snort, considering my very single relationship status. “And did you and Mom wait till marriage to move in with each other?”

I cross my arms and wait for his answer.

“Do as I say…”

“Not as I do,” Kenzie pipes in and finishes his sentence.