In the kitchen, Ivy’s oldest daughter stood at the vintage stove, adjusting the flame under a large skillet while Poppy cracked eggs into a bowl.
Poppy turned around. “Guess you heard that Reed and Rocky are still recovering after whatever they did last night. My brothers can be so irresponsible—they drive me nuts.”
“Beer on the beach is what I heard,” Sunny said. She pulled out a skillet and opened a package of bacon.
Ivy grinned. “I’m sure you and your sisters will even the score.” Poppy’s sisters, Summer and Coral, had arrived last night, too.
“You bet we will.” Misty stirred the thickening eggs over a burner. “As for breakfast, scrambled eggs are fast and easy. You must have six dozen eggs in that little refrigerator.”
“That’s because we have a lot of mouths to feed—and an egg-and
