Page 87 of Roughing the Player
“I’m sorry.”
“Nor do you know how badly I felt when I had to deny Kaylee every time she asked for a toy.” I grit my teeth. “I swore by almighty God once I got a job, she would never want for a thing. And I’ve come through on that promise. She’s a happy, well-adjusted child.”
“Yes, she is.” He wipes the tears from my face.
“So if there’s any way I can help it, I’ll be damned if I let you keep that money from her. Don’t you see? That’s her ticket from poverty and want and need.”
He envelops me in his strong arms as I bawl my eyes out. “Hush, sweetheart.”
But I’m so wound up, it takes me several minutes to regain my composure.
He drops a kiss on my head. “Very well.”
I sniff one last time. “Really?”
“Yes. If it means that much to you.”
“Thank you.” I fling my arms around him and kiss him full on the mouth.
“How long ‘til that casserole is done?”
“About forty-five minutes.”
“Well, then.” He carries me to the den of sin where we spend the rest of the night making long and boisterous love.
