Page 129 of Sins of the Father

“Harper?” Jamison growls.

“My work has been crazy,” I quickly say. “She had a lot to deal with on her own.”

“Wouldn’t it have made sense to have Mom come over and help, then?” Quinn asks.

Crap. How do I get out of this?

Harper taps her fingers on my thigh. “I had an errand to run. Anna and Vivian watched Hope. I got lost, and a guy stole my purse.”

“Are you okay?” Quinn cries out.

“Yeah. Your friend Dawn helped me.”

“Dawn Golding?” Jamison asks.

“Yes. She let me use her phone to call Vivian.”

“If your purse was stolen, how do you still have your phone?”

“It was in her pocket,” I blurt out and put my hand over hers.

She squeezes my thigh. “We haven’t asked you how your honeymoon was.”

Quinn leans into Jamison. “It was awesome. St. Lucia is beautiful.”

“Harper, I assume you’re staying in town now?” Jamison asks.

She stiffens.

I rub my thumb on her quad. “She’s looking at opportunities here.”

“Why don’t you come work with Chase and me? I don’t understand—”

“No offense, but I have no interest in what you guys do. I’m glad you love it, but I would die of boredom.”

But going back to New York to a firm where you didn’t like working is better?

“Then tell me what kind of job you want.”

She sighs. “I don’t know. That’s the problem.”

“Well, figure it out. You have to create your opportunities.”

Harper groans. “Here we go.”

Quinn chuckles.

“What?” Jamison asks.

Harper rolls her eyes. “You’re like a broken record.”

“Why? Because I believe you have to make things happen? No one will come up to you and say, ‘hey, I know this is your passion, and I think you should work for me.’”

Quinn snaps her fingers. “Actually, they did.”

“What are you talking about?” Harper asks.

“Cindy offered you a job. You’re awesome at photography, and she’s desperate for an assistant. She’s got a lot of work lined up here, too.”

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