“And those sheets were on sale.”
“That’s not the point.”
“What is the point?”
She lifted her chin. “The point is, Marcus works hard, and somebody had to protect the baby money.”
“From me?”
The silence answered.
Marcus stared at the floor.
I wanted him to deny it. I wanted him to look at Tara like she had lost her mind. I wanted him to say, Rachel, no, I
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