Chapter 114

She didn’t take it, just stood there looking at it. “What is it?” she asked softly. “A credit card. I want you to take it and use it to buy Abby whatever clothes she needs or if you want to take her to the movies or whatever.” She reached up tentatively and took hold of the innocuous-looking black plastic. “There is no limit on it and I don’t really care how much you spend. I also want to replace the clothes and personal effects that Heather took from you.” “Oh, no,” she said, trying to hand the card back to him, “I can’t let you do that—" “Becky,” he growled, causing a shiver to pulse through her, “I insist. When we get home tonight, I also want to go over your employment contract with you.” She nodded dumbly, still gripping the card. She didn’t know what to say to his generosity and the fact that he was standing so close to her did weird things to her brain and her breathing and her heart rate, making it almost impossible to think clearly. “Becky!” Abby called from the top of the sta