Summer Hart Momswap ❲Web❳

Fin’s jaw dropped. “You’re kidding. My dad? With the lady who tried to pave the North Shore for a timeshare?”

Across the fire, Fin was wearing one of Summer’s old cashmere sweaters (over her wetsuit) and was explaining the concept of “compound interest” to Brodie, who looked adorably confused. summer hart momswap

“Get lost, Jerry! That’s my last granola bar!” Fin’s jaw dropped

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. With the lady who tried to pave the

“Mom, what is this?” Summer demanded.

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.”

“You know,” Summer said, “I always wanted a sister.”