Chapter Twelve
What was supposed to have been just Marcus and her going back to her apartment had suddenly turned into a three-ring circus. Her mom and dad had refused to let her walk out of the house without them, and now her grandmother was parked in the back seat of the Jeep beside her, with her mom driving and her dad in the passenger seat, giving directions as if she’d never been to the Carlyle before. To make it worse, he was still in his ranger’s uniform, packing his gun. Marcus was following behind in the sheriff’s vehicle, too, with Raymond.
Would she ever get her head around the fact that the man was her grandfather?
She’d glimpsed her face in the bathroom mirror for only a second, but she knew it was streaked with red blotches from dried tears and black smudges from her masca
