Easton shrugged the big floral coat off the rack and slipped it on. It suited his messy, cocky vibe—loud, impossible to ignore. Hope glanced between him and Penelope and felt a wicked little idea light up behind her eyes.

“That looks good. Want to get one for me and Easton?” she asked, voice low.

Easton saw the grin and knew exactly what she had in mind. Penelope’s eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

“Fine.” Easton sighed, because how could he ever say no to Hope?

“Yes!” Penelope squealed and dashed to the register—already buying three coats before anyone could stop her. “Should we put them on...