Chapter Thirteen
Alison took in Karen’s flowered dish set as she put away the plates that had dried in the rack, hearing Tessa and Owen from the sofa. Her mom was leaning on the counter not far from her, and she knew Suzanne had her hand in the bag of cookies she’d helped herself to from the cupboard.
“It may not even be him, you know,” Jenny said.
Suzanne glanced toward her with an expression that was lacking the usual mischief. “If it is, I want first go at him,” she said, then shoved another cookie in her mouth.
“You know,” Owen called out from the couch, “it would’ve been nice if you’d told us about him. Marcus could have run a background check, and Ryan could have talked face to face with him, set some boundaries, and get a feel for him. Knowing he was in here, snooping around, Ry
