Lark watched as her father slowly turned to face Charlotte and picked her fingers off his forearm with disgust. She wondered how her father was going to deal with the woman who was playing the victim. She still couldn’t see what it was which ever attracted her father to this woman. She seemed like a poisoned viper from the inside out.
“Do not touch me.” His tone was cryptic as he stepped backwards.
“Grady, you look good. I mean bald but good.”
Lark wondered why her father being bald was so shocking. She’d seen plenty of photos of her dad with hair when he was younger, and he looked way better with no hair.
Her father scowled at Charlotte, “and you smell like body odor and are in desperate need of a shower,” Grady shot back. “Now the pleasantries are out of the way, do you want to know
