“If she wants to, sure.”
“I would love to,” Harriet replies sweetly. “Now, hurry up and do what your mother says so we can eat.”
Finn rushes off without another word, and I give Harriet an impressed look. “It normally takes me half an hour to convince him to do his chores. From the moment he learned how to talk, I swear the first thing he did was argue with me. Everything is a negotiation with him. And I know he didn’t get that from me.”
“No,” Harriet laughs. “He definitely got that from his father. Cedric was the same way. Stubborn to a fault. So, Finn not only looks like his father but acts like him, as well. He’s going to be a handful.”
My lips curve upward. “Well, he’s my handful, and I’m grateful for him.”
Harriet’s own smile dims. “Do you really not intend for him to know who hi
