“What’s the problem?” she demanded.
Mark set his empty can on the coffee table. “Because they tried once already and their marriage failed,” he said, flashing angry eyes Heather’s direction. “Why on earth would my father want to even see her again?”
“Well, obviously there’s still something there,” she offered. “Why does it bother you so much?”
“Because it does, Heather,” he snapped, crossing his arms across his chest. “My father should not be wasting his time with her.”
Heather was taken aback by the bitterness in Mark’s voice. He had not exhibited such resentfulness before. She thought he got along well with his mother now, but his words suggested otherwise.
“Sounds like you hate your mother,” she observed.
Mark shifted his legs in agitation. “I don’t hate her,” he mumbled, his eyes
