Chapter Eight
Scarlett was waiting when Emmett pulled in front of the Parkers’ at eight twenty-five the next morning. That he didn’t have a clue about the disconnection and dynamics of this family wasn’t lost on him. In fact, he had to remind himself he didn’t know anything about Scarlett, either, except for the fact that she had some seriously deep-rooted fears that he doubted she had any idea existed.
She smiled, and it was gorgeous and lit up her entire face. She was in a dress today, a simple blue and white cotton with a V neck and a narrow waist. It was so simple it was almost sexy, but not in a way that was inappropriate for work. No, it was the kind of dress that showed all her assets nicely and tastefully, including flat sandals. She was carrying a black purse and black sweater,
