“You’re welcome.” Morgan’s eyes slid shut as she hugged Fin tightly.

Then Fin took off to put her hair stuff away, leaving us alone.

Morgan rose from the love seat.

“That was astonishing,” I told her as I stood. “How do you know how to do that?”

“YouTube.” Her smile was soft but real.

“She adores you.” Fin liked a lot of people, but that blatant look of affection she’d lavished on Morgan was usually reserved for me or Vivian.

“Well, the feeling is mutual. She’s phenomenal.” We locked eyes briefly before Morgan looked away.

“Thank you. You’re amazing. You know that, right?”

Pink tinged her cheeks. “Not really. If you knew the real me, I’m not sure you’d think that.”

“And what would change my mind?” I hoped she wasn’t alluding to the anxiety attack she’d gone through with the truck.

“Okay, I’m ready!” Fin exclaimed, arms up in victory as she twirled in the newest dress Vivian had bought for her. It was a step beneath a ballroom, but it wasn’t exactly classroom, either, and on her feet, she wore her favorite pair of black Vans.

“You look absolutely wonderful. I’m sure they’ll all remember you when it’s time to go back next year!” Morgan praised before I could question my daughter’s thought process.

Finley cocked her head at me, motioning to her dress. Her very sparkly dress.

“I love it.” I loved even more that she felt good about herself in it. If that was the confidence boost she needed, I’d fill her closet with fluffy dresses.

Morgan gave her a hug. “You guys have a great night, okay?”

“Walk us out?” I offered as Fin slipped on her jacket without the usual fight.

“Sure,” Morgan agreed, her hand finding Fin’s as we headed out the door.

By the time I locked up behind us, Morgan and Finley were down the steps, lost in some animated conversation that I wasn’t privy to, but I heard Fin mention Vivian.

Right. Next weekend was Vivian’s with Fin. Usually, I’d grab a drink with Sawyer and Garrett, but what if I didn’t? What if I spent the time with Morgan, instead? Would she even say yes? Shit, was I actually nervous about asking a woman out?

Absolutely.

I got Fin buckled in her car seat, then turned the Land Cruiser on so the air conditioning would circulate for my little redhead.

“Hey, Kitty,” I called out when I caught her walking away from me.

She turned, tucking her hands into her back pockets just outside our open garage door. “Jackson?”

There it was, that little uptick at the corner of her mouth, the one I couldn’t wait to trace with my tongue. God, if the woman said yes, I was going to have to wait an entire week to take her out.