ARIA'S POV
Jordan arrived at the farmers market with the energy of a woman who had been released from a sentence.
"Four hours," she said, falling into step beside me. "Ryan has them until two. I have four hours of being a person instead of a mother and I intend to use every single minute of it."
"That's either beautiful or alarming," I said.
"Both. Where's your friend?"
Isabella was already at the flower stall at the end of the first row, holding two bunches of something yellow, comparing them with the focused attention she brought to everything worth looking at. She saw us and raised one bunch in greeting.
Jordan watched this.
"She's pretty," she said, with the neutral tone she used when she was collecting information before forming an opinion.
"She's good company," I said.
We sp
