I put Finley on the ground once we reached the drafting table, keeping my eyes north of Morgan’s turquoise tank top and way north of those tiny white shorts. I was going to need to join a support group if I couldn’t shake my obsession with her legs.

“I missed you!” Morgan said, dropping to eye level with Fin and pulling her into a big hug.

Well, shit. For the first time, I was jealous of my kid.

“I missed you, too! And you almost have a roof! Are you coming back soon?”

“Four days,” Steve promised, even though Morgan shot him a disbelieving look. “You’d be surprised how fast a roof goes on,” he finished as he packed up for the day.

“How have you been?” Morgan asked Fin.

Fin jabbered a mile a minute, telling Morgan all about her days, like she’d been gone an eternity.

Okay, maybe it had felt a little long.

Morgan nodded dutifully, adding a word here and there as Finley jumped from subject to subject and was now on something related to Doc McStuffins.

Morgan’s smile hit me in the gut like a freight train. Shit, I was in trouble.

She shared that grin with me when she glanced up, and I answered it with one of my own, knowing there was no hope of getting a word in edgewise now that Fin was on a roll.

And now she’d moved on to Christina’s cat.

“Jackson?” My stomach lurched at the wariness in Vivian’s voice behind me.

“Hey, Grammy!” Fin called, breaking her filibuster to hug Vivian quickly, then turning back to Morgan to continue her tale, which had shifted to the lunch menu at her preschool.

“Can we talk?” Vivian asked softly. “Claire called this morning about…what happened last night.”

Morgan’s eyes met mine.

Steve’s eyebrows shot up.

“Fin, why don’t we go…” Morgan looked around for a destination.

“We’re done for the day.” Steve gestured toward his team as they started climbing down from the roof. “You can show her the progress,” he suggested.

“That sounds like a great idea! Then you can finish telling me all about your favorite foods!” Morgan clasped Fin’s hand and grabbed her beach bag.

“Oh! There’s macaroni and cheese and pizza! And ice cream and…”

I shot Morgan a thankful look, and she nodded, already walking back toward her house and out of ear range.

“And I’m going…somewhere else,” Steve said with a nod. “Always good to see you, Mrs. Lewis.” Then he basically speed-walked toward the nearest piece of equipment.

“Hey, Vivian.” I turned to the side so I could see Fin out of my peripherals and give my would-have-been mother-in-law my attention.

“She’s lovely,” Vivian remarked with a slight curve of her lips. “Good with Fin, too.”