Chapter Twelve
It was just after six when Chris parked in front of the main house. Sitting on the porch were Robert and Susan Parker, who waved when he pulled up. Mason came around the side, carrying a bucket, with two dogs he hadn’t seen before following her.
He closed the door of his truck and stepped up the first step. Scarlett burst out of the house, wearing a red sleeveless blouse and a short skirt. She stopped and reached for the rail, then leaned against it provocatively.
“Scarlett, did you finish peeling the potatoes?” her mother asked.
“All done. So you drove all this way out here to see Ivy?” The way she said it sounded so mean spirited.
“Yes, I did,” he said and looked over to Robert Parker, who was staring at his daughter as if he couldn’t believe what had come out of her
