Page 61 of Sins of the Father

She isn’t Jamison.

I wonder if she’ll tell him?

I take Hope from Harper. “Guess Hope lucked out, then.”

“How’s that?”

“We’re her favorite aunt and uncle. She doesn’t have to waste her time with the others now.”

“Aren’t you two sure of yourselves.” Quinn holds out her arms. “Let me see her before we go.”

Quinn and Jamison say their goodbyes. Quinn gets teary, but we assure her we’ll take good care of Hope.

When they finally leave, Harper holds Hope, and we stare at each other.

“I thought they were never going to leave,” she says.

“I know. Was it borderline brutal or just me?”

Harper nods. “Brutal. Especially Quinn’s smirks.”

I groan.

She laughs.

“You hungry?” I ask.

“Little bit.”

“Get comfy, then. I’ll make dinner.”

“You cook, too?”

“Don’t be impressed until you taste it. You want a glass of wine?”

“Maybe water?”

“On it.” I open the fridge and call out, “There’s a ton of leftovers from the party.”

“I’m good with that. Let’s keep it easy.”

I give Harper a bottle of water.

“Do you want anything specific?”

“Just fix me a plate of whatever. I’m really not picky.”

Harper turns on soft music, and she and the baby play on the floor in the family room. Before Quinn left, she informed us Hope ate an hour ago. She’s in her pajamas and about a half hour away from bedtime.

I fill two plates with salad, cheese, and tiny sandwiches. “Dinner of champions.” I set the dishes on the floor and sit across from Harper.

She strokes my thigh. “How’re your quads?”

“Good as new.”

Harper tilts her head.

“Okay, maybe not new. But they’re fine.”

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