Chapter 15
Scarlett stared at the front door of their Denver loft as it opened and Emmett stepped back inside. He was in blue jeans and a deep blue T-shirt, and his hair was sticking up in front as if he’d run his hands through it. He’d yet to talk with her about his son, who seemed to be the deciding factor in her future.
“You’ve been gone a while,” she said. Three hours and twenty minutes, from her last glance to the clock over the stove, which she’d been staring at from a corner of the sectional in the tiny living room.
“Sorry, I had to go over some things with Peg.” He wasn’t looking at her, and she had to fight that jealous green monster that poked its head up every time she was feeling insecure about where she fit in Emmett’s life.
“I made a late lunch,” she said. Two hours ago,
