Page 159 of Sins of the Father

“She said she figured I was going to turn her down due to the travel. Her jobs in Chicago keep growing. She said she thinks we would work well together, so if I didn’t want to be gone, I could work with her on her Chicago photo shoots. The rest she will utilize a traveling assistant.”

“Wow! Harper, that’s great.”

“Isn’t it?”

I kiss her. “I’m so proud of you. And totally relieved you aren’t going to live somewhere else for months on end.”

She softly laughs. “You were a bit worried there, weren’t you?”

I groan. “Was it obvious?”

“A little. But I’m glad.”

“You are?”

“Yeah. It feels nice to have someone want me.”

I cup her cheeks. “You’ll always be wanted.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.” I kiss her, and there’s a knock on the window. The door flies open, and Quinn slides into the seat with Jamison.

“Eww,” Quinn teases.

“You need to learn to knock and wait,” I reprimand her.

She rolls her eyes. “Whatever.”

“Where’s Hope?”

“Anna is watching her.”

“She hasn’t gone back to New York?” I ask.

“No.”

“Good. I hope she kicks that douchebag to the curb.”

“Speaking of dickheads, did you hear what Matt did yesterday?” Jamison asks.

The hairs on my arms stand up. I sternly reply, “No, what?”

“He ran into Anna. She went to the florist to buy some flowers. They were going to Sunday dinner at Vivian’s parent’s house.”

“And?”

“He hit on her. Tried to give her his number.”

“You’re kidding me?” Harper mutters.

“Nope.”

“Wow. He never knows when to stop, does he?” I grumble.

“Nope.”

My alarm rings on my phone. “We should go inside.”

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