Chapter Four
Carly Jackson was really digging into each step as she headed right toward Billy Jo, wearing flats, dark capris, and a striped blouse. Despite all the kids in the background, Mark knew when a woman was angry. The energy seemed to explode between them. Everything about her gave him a feeling the confrontation wasn’t going to be peaceful.
“Why are you here?” Carly said, hurling the angry accusation at Billy Jo. “Are you following me?”
The little spitfire beside him went to close the gap, but his feet were already moving to get between them before it went sideways.
“I have questions I need answered,” Billy Jo said. “You have kids, I see, girls. I will get my answers, one way or the other.”
“You are following me,” Carly said. “Look, you can’t be here. I have a good life. I’m
