Chapter Six
He watched as Charlotte set out a tray of veggies on the table in the living room. She wore a white silky blouse and dark blue capris, as well as makeup, which she never wore, and earrings. It all had her looking especially nice.
He could hear his sisters and mom in the kitchen with Eva. He’d basically handed everything at the station over to Harold to deal with: the PJ thing, the issue with which kids had walked and which had gotten screwed. Then there was Rita Mae and her lawyer, who were making the kind of noise that could cast a shadow of doubt onto Marcus and his fitness as an adoptive parent. It could sink everything for his family, just one more scandal that would be the nail in his coffin and end with them losing Eva.
“You know he’s just coming to meet Eva,” he said.
