Then he dragged Darcy out of bed. Too tired to deal with her walker, he carried her down the hall to the kitchen. “What the—” she started grumpily, stopping when she saw the balloons, flowers, and blueberry muffins he’d just gotten. “Oh, good catch,” she said yawning. “It’s Zoe’s birthday.” “Yeah, and you’re going to help make a stupid big deal out of it.” Wyatt had long ago learned that the way to a woman’s heart was through gestures he didn’t always understand, so he knew enough not to question the power of celebrating a birthday in a huge way. This, through some trial and error over the years, had come to mean decorations no matter how “Hallmark,” and something delicious that wasn’t allowed on a normal day. Zoe had been claiming to be fighting five pounds all year, and had banned muffins from the house. But he knew she’d want one today, because according to her, calories didn’t exist on birthdays.
