Dianna juggled the pile of bakery boxes she was carrying as she tried to knock on Jack’s door. His car wasn’t in the garage, so she was really hoping he wasn’t home, but she knew Riley would be.

The door opened, and Rosie smiled at her.

“Dianna,” she said pleasantly. “It’s good to see you.” Rosie frowned. “Do you need some help?”

“I do,” Dianna replied. “I was hoping you would take some of these tarts off my hands.”

“Who’s at the door, Mimi?” Riley said from somewhere inside the apartment.

“It’s Dianna, love,” Rosie replied as she eyed the yellow boxes. “Tarts?”

Dianna tried really hard not to roll...