Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

F R A N C I N E R I V E R S
“It did.”
She let her hands drop to her sides. “Just give me the word when you
want it back.”
“I won’t.”
She rested her hands in her lap and looked at him indolently. “Whatever
you want, mister.”
That got to him. “I hate that phrase. Whatever you want. Like you’re
offering me coffee.” Whatever you want. She had offered her body the same
way. “We’d better get one thing straight. I married you for better or worse
and until death parts us. I made vows before God when I married you, and
I’m never going to break them.”
Angel knew all about God. Do everything right, or he’d squash you like a
cockroach. That was God. She saw the darkness in Hosea’s eyes and said
nothing.
Mama had believed in God. Mama had had faith. She had opened herself
up wide. Our Father who art in heaven was in the same realm as Alex
Stafford. Angel wasn’t fool enough to open herself up for anyone, least of all
him. And if this man figured he could make her…She had learned early that
what you don’t believe in can’t hurt you.
“Do you remember anything about the wedding?” Michael said, startling
her from her grim thoughts.
“I remember some man in black talking over me with a voice deader
than Jesus.”
“You said yes. Do you remember that?”
“I didn’t say yes. I said, ‘why not?’”
“It will do.”
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