Page 124 of Immortal Bastard

“You’ll be busier now,” sweet little Abby said.

“I’ll always make time for your visits.”

Visits? Delilah’s claws dug into the wood of the banister.

“I hope so. Well, I had better be returning home before Abraham loses patience.”

“Stop by again soon.”

“I will. Enjoy the bread.”

The door, now repaired, shut. Before fully facing her, Christian greeted her. “Good morning, pintura.” When his gaze found her on the landing, he chuckled. “What are you wearing?”

“How often does she visit you?”

“Sister Abigail? Wechentlich.”

“English please.”

“Weekly.”

“Why so often?”

“We play cards together to pass the time, and she brings me bread on occasion. Is there an issue?”

She wasn’t allowed to talk to other men but he was hosting game night with Abigail? “She single?”

“Yes.”

I don’t like it. She couldn’t block the thought before Christian overheard it.

He smiled. “Abigail is a friend. Nothing more, pintura.” He lifted a basket from the bench in the hall. “Sister Larissa dropped this off for you. It’s your dresses and a few other items.”

Larissa was there? “What time do you people get up?”

He glanced at the clock by the door. “It’s nearly noon.”

“Oh.” It had been a draining week, and she had a restless night.

He carried the basket to her. “These should fit you better than my pants.”

Once back in the bedroom, she sifted through the gowns, paying each item much more respect than she initially had shown days ago. Now that she saw the work that went into making them, she felt spoiled by such generosity. “How can I thank them for all of this?”

“They’re happy to help. No thanks is necessary.”

“I can’t accept all this without doing something to show my gratitude.”

He studied her for a long moment. “That’s very thoughtful of you. I’m sure a simple thank you will suffice.”

“In person?”

“We can pay them a visit.”

She fanned out a gown, admiring the fine work. “So, this Abby chick, why didn’t you introduce me?”

“You sound jealous.”

“You mean curious.”

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