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“So where is Mom tonight?” Ryan asked, handing Jack a short glass of bourbon. Jack didn’t drink often, but tonight was different.
“She opted to stay home,” Luke said, holding a beer, from where he lounged on the sofa at Ryan and Jenny’s place. “It’s been pretty quiet since that news conference at noon. Still don’t know how you managed to pull that off, but it had all the reporters packing up from outside Mom’s house and leaving her alone.”
Charlotte was sitting on the loveseat with Marcus, her bare feet up on his lap for him to massage. Her hand rested on her pregnant belly. His gun and badge were at his place, Jack knew, where he’d taken them off just an hour earlier.
“I’m not sure that’s a good idea, Mom being alone…” Ryan started. He sat on the arm of Jenny’s chair, and she reste
