I groaned. I would never live down my attempts to keep this family eating healthily. “No carob or Froyo.”

Ava’s eyes brightened. “Sprinkles and whipped cream?”

“You know it.” My chest tightened at the smile on Ava’s face. That alone would’ve been reason enough to bring the treats home.

Kenna pushed to her feet from her spot on the couch and eyed me suspiciously. “What happened?”

My brows drew together. “What do you mean?”

She drew a circle in the air with her finger, indicating everything in my hands. “You never bring junk home unless the tiny terrors have been begging for weeks.”

Kenna had a point. It’s not that I didn’t think the kids should have treats, but I wanted them to have healthy food first. It was one of the few things within my control when it came to our lives, and why working at The General Store had always been so great. Mr. Walters had always given me food that would expire in the next few days. I’d made a game out of creating meals with food gifted from the grocery.

I shuffled my feet, and Kenna’s eyes narrowed. “Out with it, Shortstop.”

I choked on a laugh. “You haven’t called me that in years.”

“It’s a reminder that I can still take you in a fight, and that’s exactly what I’ll do if you don’t fess up to whatever is going on.”

I’d always been petite, where Kenna was tall and curvy. She’d taken to calling me “Shortstop” in the third grade, and it had stuck for quite some time. I adjusted my hold on the pizza boxes. “Let me just set these down, and then I’ll tell you the good news.”

Kenna still looked skeptical but followed the kids and me into the kitchen. I set the boxes down and handed the bag of sundae goodies to Will. “Put these away?”

“Sure,” he agreed.

I grabbed plates from the cabinets and a salad I’d made yesterday from the fridge.

“Spill it.”

I turned to face Kenna and the rest of the gang. “I got a second job.”

Lines creased Will’s forehead. “You mean a third job? You already have the store and yoga.”

“Yoga doesn’t really count because I only have a couple of clients. And it’s more fun than anything. This new job pays really well.”

Kenna arched a brow. “It doesn’t involve a pole, does it?”

“Kenna!” I chided. “Tiny ears.”

“A pole like the firemen use?” Mia asked, her eyes going wide. “Are you going to be a fireman, Cae Cae?”

I shot an unhappy look at Kenna. “No, I’m not going to be a fireman. Kenna was trying to be funny.”

“What are you going to do?” Ava asked.