Page 144 of Sins of the Father

“Yes. But if this is something you want and it’s going to make you happy, then we’ll have to figure the logistics out.”

Harper smiles. “Thank you for being supportive, but I’ve done the live-out-of-a-suitcase thing over the last few years. I know it would be different while working, but if we’re going to do this, I want to be here with you. And Hope’s here, so that’s another bonus. I don’t think I want to be traveling unless we’re going somewhere together, or it’s a trip with my girlfriends or something like that.”

Relief fills me, and I instantly feel guilty, but I can’t help it. I want my life with Harper in it, not gone all the time, but I’m trying not to be selfish. “Are you sure?”

“It’s the first thing I’ve been sure about in a long time.”

I put my hand over hers. “I need to apologize.”

She tilts her head. “What for?”

“I spent the last hour viewing jobs online. It’s super overwhelming. I think I was a bit harsh on you.”

“No, you weren’t. You were fighting for me. I like it when you fight for me.” She winks.

“Yeah?”

She nods then her face falls. “I’ve never had anyone fight for me before.”

“They’re all idiots.” I give her a quick kiss.

She puts her elbow on the table and rests her chin on her palm. “So, there’s no way to keep your job?”

I sigh. “Don’t see how. I’m not going near anything to do with Maximillion’s campaign.”

She rises, steps behind me, puts her arms around my shoulders, and kisses my cheek. “What can I do to help you?”

I wrap my arm behind me and tug her closer. “You already helped by calling Claire. I don’t know who I would have contacted. And you’re here.”

The alarm on my phone blares the song “Pumped Up Kicks.”

Her face brightens. “Are you a Foster the People fan?”

I reach for the cell and turn it off. “Not sure if I know their other songs. Love that one though.”

“Me, too. What else do you have on your playlist?”

I rise. “You can look through my music in the car. We need to get to Quinn and Jamison’s.”

We leave, and she scrolls through my list on the ride over. “I think we have the same taste in music.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm. But I made a list of all the songs I’m not familiar with to listen to.”

“So I get to culture you?” I tease.

“Funny.” She hands me her phone. “Look at my downloads and make a list of the ones you don’t know.”

I sort through it and create a new playlist then hand her mobile back to her.

“Okay, for the next week, we can only listen to these songs when we’re together. On Sunday, we’ll have a quiz to see who knows the most new songs.”

“Okay, but I have a great memory,” I boast.

“Don’t get cocky. My brain isn’t fried potatoes yet.”

I hold her head and study it.

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