Chapter Fifteen
Hadn’t he heard a word she’d said?
Billy Jo couldn’t remember the last time someone had yanked the rug out from under her so hard. She stepped over to Mark, so close to him, looking up at him and seeing his sunglasses nestled in his red hair. His arms were crossed, and the seams of his worn jean jacket were pulled tight.
“What are you doing?” She kept her voice low and leaned in, hoping he felt the bite of her words.
He didn’t pull his gaze from the girls. She could see the tough love in the way he was looking over to them. It was the same kind of stand her dad had taken with her a time or two, and she’d never liked it. Then he flicked his gaze down to her for only a second and said, “Not coddling them.”
He stepped around her over to the girls, who she could see were l
