I watched as Morgan put her floppy sun hat on Fin, which completely swamped her little head. “Yeah, she is. We lucked out in the new neighbor department.”

“Oh, Jackson.” Her shoulders sagged. “Claire was so upset this morning.”

“Was she?” I folded my arms across my chest as I glanced over to Morgan and Fin, seeing them sitting on a blanket Morgan had spread out as she pointed to the changes in the house.

“She was really upset. Going on about how you didn’t want her in Fin’s life and wouldn’t even put her on the phone.” She smoothed her silver, chin-length bob, which was her most obvious tell for stress.

“And you think I would say that to Claire?”

She swallowed and looked away. “Well, no. That doesn’t sound like you, but Claire was crying and carrying on something fierce.”

“Did she tell you that she called from a party at five in the morning our time?”

Vivian’s eyebrows shot up. “What? No.”

“She didn’t ask to talk to Fin, and I wasn’t going to wake her up that early, anyway. I even told her to call back in a few hours once Fin was awake,” I told her gently. I hated laying Claire’s shit bare to Vivian. It wasn’t her fault that Claire was…whatever she was.

“Oh.” She lifted her hand to her face and smoothed the lines of her forehead. “Now I feel foolish.”

“Don’t. We both know what a good actress Claire is.”

“I know, but it’s not like her to get so upset over—” She clamped her mouth shut and looked away.

“Me,” I supplied, knowing that was the real source of Claire’s tirade.

“I know it’s none of my business what happens between you two.”

I laughed. “Vivian, nothing has been happening between us for years. She will always be Fin’s mother but—”

One of the roofers shouted, and my attention snapped to the roofline, where the man slipped and began falling. My stomach clenched as he flung out his arms but couldn’t stop, heading for the huge bronze weathervane that perched midway down the roof, right above—

“Morgan!” I shouted, already running as he slammed into the sculpture. The sound of cracking wood followed instantly as the weathervane tore free. “Above you!”

Her eyes flew from the roof to mine and then back up to where a hundred pounds of bronze plummeted toward where she sat with Finley.

Oh God, I wasn’t going to make it.

It was going to hit them.

Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Morgan

Just don’t be afraid to take another risk, okay?

Oh God.

There was no time.