“Don’t lean on that, honey,” I told her as I came up behind her. “You might break the glass and get blood all over the pretty jewelry.”

She shot me a grown-up dose of side-eye. “Look at the pink one. It’s pretty!”

And now her face was smashed against the glass. I cringed in Christina’s direction, but she waved me off, already wiping down the other display cases.

“It is pretty,” I assured my girl, seeing the pale-pink sea-glass pendant encased in silver hanging from a chain.

“Morgan would like it.”

Morgan. A week now, and she still hadn’t come back when I’d been home.

“I bet she would. Want to buy it for her?” I offered.

“Nah,” she said, shaking her head. Then she wiggled out from where my arms had caged her and rushed over to Christina. “Miss Tina?” She tugged on Christina’s shirt, just in case her words weren’t enough.

“Yes, sugar?”

“Would you make one for Morgan?” Finley asked.

“One what?”

“A sea-glass necklace? I’ll find the sea glass.” Her blue eyes were puppy-level cute as they widened in expectation.

Christina cocked an eyebrow at me, and I nodded. I guessed I wasn’t the only one missing our neighbor.

“Of course. You can help me set it and everything,” Christina promised.

“Yay! Thank you!” She jumped, throwing her arms in the air. Once she landed, she ran back to me. “We can go now.”

Her permission was given in all seriousness.

“Well, since you’re ready,” I answered.

She nodded, grabbing her small backpack on her way to the door.

“Reconsider dinner?” Christina asked as she walked us out. “We always worry about you two, or is it you three now?”

“Morgan’s just our neighbor.” I hefted Fin into her car seat, and she buckled herself in.

“Well, I’m hearing rumors from a certain barbecue that she might not just be your neighbor.” She gave me a look that said she expected an explanation.

“She’s…” What the hell was Morgan? “She’s beautiful, and smart, and funny, and my neighbor. Fin and I are just taking her under our wings since she’s new. Speaking of which, she could really use a friend here, and you’re the most level-headed woman I know.”

She blinked at me for a second.

“Christina?”

“Oh, I was just trying to decide if level-headed was the compliment I was going for. Fun? Outgoing? Awesome?” she suggested.

“Okay, you are the most fun, outgoing, awesome woman I know. Plus, I think you two would get along great.”

Morgan could deny it all she wanted, but she had to be lonely. I had work and friends and Fin, and even I got lonely sometimes. All Morgan had was a house once Sam left after the summer.

“Have her swing by the shop. I’ll make sure not to creep her out.”