Chapter Two
Charlotte’s cheeks had really plumped out. Marcus wasn’t sure why he noticed that today, maybe because he could see her discomfort in the way she walked with her hand on her lower back before sliding onto a stool at the island. He heard Alison on the stairs with Eva, evidently going up, and moved around to his wife.
“You okay there, babe?” he said, surveying the jicama and red peppers, her favorites of late, along with sour cream, oranges, and sardines. He picked up the knife and took in the broccoli and cauliflower, as well, knowing she wanted it all chopped.
“Yeah, just cramping, is all, and my feet are aching. Not sure this is much better. I’m tired and just damn uncomfortable. Sorry, don’t mean to complain.” She made a face, letting out a breath that took some effort. Bu
