Fin smirked. “You got a better deal. You got a second mom who doesn’t care if you fail. And I got one who makes sure I never settle for less than I’m worth.”
And on the last night, the four of them sat on the rickety porch of the beach cottage, eating messy s’mores and watching the sunset. Summer leaned her head on Fin’s shoulder. Mrs. Hart actually laughed—a real, unguarded sound—as Brodie dropped his marshmallow into the fire. summer hart momswap
Living with Brodie was a sensory explosion. The tiny, cluttered beach cottage smelled of coconut wax and damp neoprene. Breakfast was a free-for-all of leftover pancakes and sea salt. Brodie would ruffle her hair (no one had ever ruffled her hair) and say, “No stress, champ. Catch a wave or catch some z’s. Your call.” Fin smirked
“This is inefficient,” she muttered. And I got one who makes sure I
And Fin stepped up. “Mr. Hart, your daughter used to be a robot. Now she can build a driftwood fort and she laughed so hard at a seal fart she snorted juice out her nose. Don’t you dare turn her back.”
“Summer! Darling! Your new ‘sister’ is here!”