Chapter 13
“Hey, I made a fresh batch of blueberry pancakes just for you,” Scarlett said at the stove, a spatula in hand, scooping six of the eight pancakes off the griddle. Emmett slid his hands around her hips and over her ass, and she wished they were alone before she took in Rhee in a T-shirt and faded shorts. His dark hair needed a good brushing.
“Who made them?” Rhee said as he pulled out a chair at the head of the table, a spot everyone knew was her dad’s.
“Why, Scarlett made them, dear,” Susan said as she rested a big plate of bacon on the table. The screen door slapped closed, revealing Robert.
“I’m not hungry,” Rhee said.
Scarlett could feel the edge of the metal spatula really digging into the side of her palm. Her mom’s expression said everything about how she felt.
“Don’
