_best_: Summer Hart Momswap

Summer’s blood ran cold. Her mother, the elegant, icy-cold CEO Hart, was walking down the path. But beside her, looking deeply uncomfortable in a cable-knit sweater, was a burly, bearded man with kind eyes and sand in his beard—Brodie, Fin’s dad.

Mrs. Hart and Brodie exchanged a look. The swap had worked. Not because they’d traded children—but because they’d finally found the pieces of themselves they didn’t know were missing, living in the other family’s shadow.

Summer adjusted her oversized sunglasses, her designer bikini immaculate. “Excuse me. This is my family’s property. Who are you?” summer hart momswap

“Get lost, Jerry! That’s my last granola bar!”

“You know,” Summer said, “I always wanted a sister.” Summer’s blood ran cold

Summer looked at her dad’s private jet. Then she looked at Brodie, who was nervously spinning a skateboard wheel. She looked at her mom, who was frozen, terrified of making the wrong choice.

“Mom, what is this?” Summer demanded. Then she looked at Brodie

The last thing Summer Hart expected to find on her private, pristine beach was a half-buried surfboard and a girl with flaming red hair yelling at a seagull.