CHAPTER 37

JAMESON'S POV

Charlotte had developed a large appetite.

I watched in amusement as she wolved down a third helping of the meal she made less than an hour before. She sat between my open legs, in a hoodie and shorts. I hadn't detected any extra weight in her yet, but I was sure if we had the opportunity to continue our stay in the house, she'd be too large to move in a few months.

What I wanted to say was cut off by the door of our room opening abrubtly. Jenn had this odd way of opening and slamming doors. It felt like she was venting her frustration on the poor barriers. She stalked into the room not looking at us. She seemed to be in a horrible mood. She collapsed in a couch, book in hand. She finally noticed us. She made a face at Charlotte. “God, you eat like a pregnant woman".

I felt Charlotte stiffen.

“I know you're free to do whatever here, there's no shithead husband or wicked stepmother around, but we'd really like to be able to get you out the door