Chapter 122

Megan glanced at Howard as he ladled soup into her bowl, his face composed as ever. She understood at once. The Larsons might be his to run, but there were plenty of knives under the table. As long as they presented as a couple in public, he would stand on her side. Howard couldn't stop himself from thinking about the child Yvette had brought up. When they entered the dining room, Megan had already taken off her coat. Even in long sleeves and tailored pants that skimmed her frame, Howard could tell she'd lost weight. He also knew she feared the cold. Howard set the steaming bowl of soup in front of her. "Have some soup," he said. Dinner passed quickly. Anthony tried to fish for details but got nothing, and neither did the others. Just then, Howard's phone buzzed. The caller ID showed Ronald's number. Howard stepped away to take it. Seeing an opening, Yvette moved closer to Megan. She picked up a glass of white wine from the tray behind her and held it out to Megan. "No toast