Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

F R A N C I N E R I V E R S
Rebecca sighed. “Angel, have a little pity. I’ve had one untried boy after
another for the last month. I’d welcome a man for a change.”
Torie pushed her plate away. “If someone like him came to my room, I’d
lock him in and keep him there.”
Angel poured herself a glass of milk and wished they would all leave her
alone.
“That’s the second glass you’ve had,” Renee said to her from the end of
the table. “Duchess said one glass for each of us because it’s so expensive,
and you’re taking two!”
Lucky smirked. “I told her before supper she could have my share of
milk if I could have her share of wine.”
“That’s not fair!” Renee whined. “I like milk just as much as Angel does!
She always gets what she wants.”
Lucky grinned. “If you had another glass of milk, it would just turn to
more fat around your middle.”
As they began to quarrel, Angel wanted to scream and leave the table.
Her head was throbbing. Even Lucky’s endless needling irritated her, and
Rebecca would not give up about that wretched man.
“He must have hit it big to make it to your room three times in as many
nights. What’s his name? Don’t pretend you don’t care.”
All Angel wanted was to be left alone. “He’s not a miner. He’s a farmer.”
“A farmer?” Torie laughed. “Who are you trying to fool, dearie? He’s no
farmer. Farmers look dumb as the dirt they plow.”
“He said he was a farmer. That doesn’t mean he is one.”
“What’s his name?” Rebecca asked again.
“I don’t remember.” Did the man have to plague her even when he wasn’t
around?
“Oh, yes, you do!” Rebecca was angry now.
Angel threw her napkin down. “Look! I don’t ask names. I don’t care
who they are. I give them what they want, and they leave. That’s it.”
“Then why does he keep coming back?”
“I don’t know and I don’t care.”
Lucky poured another glass of wine. “Rebecca, you’re just jealous he isn’t
coming to your room.”
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