Page 164 of How to Prevent a Fumble

We usually have family breakfast, but today I went a little overboard.

“Well, your agent called,” I tell her, sitting back down and grabbing her hips. She settles into me, her back melting in my arms. “And told me your cookbook is currently a New York Times Bestseller.”

Her head whips around. “What?”

I nod, and Elara smiles from the other side of the island.

After two long years of publishing, Briar finally got an agent and a book deal. The rest has been history.

“There’s been a lot of good news lately, I’m starting to get suspicious,” she chuckles, taking the cup of coffee Elara hands her graciously. She takes a sip, turning to the TV.

“…in a strange case that’s been making waves throughout the city, a businessman by the name of Tony Cage has been arrested for starting several fraudulent charities…”

“I can’t believe he was so stupidhe actually took the choice away from me,” Briar shakes her head, taking another sip.

“Doesn’t it feel a little good though?” I ask her with a chuckle.

She shrugs. “It feels a little good.”

“Then that’s what matters, right?”

“Right.”

“Well,” I slap her ass as I stand. “Let’s eat. I know you two have a big day with Isla, and I have to get to work planning your party.”

Briar’s head whips up.

“Party?”

“You think I’d let you celebrate this milestone without a party?” I scoff. “You should know me betterthan that, Sunny.”