Redeeming-Love-By-Francine-Rivers

R E D E E M I N G L O V E
Rebecca glared at her. “Why don’t you shut your mouth? Keep on drinking
the way you do, and Duchess will toss you out on your backside.”
Unruffled, Lucky laughed. “It’s still a pretty good backside.”
“If women weren’t so scarce, no one would bother knocking on your
door at all,” Torie sneered.
Lucky was warming to battle. “I’m better drunk than either of you are
sober.”
Angel ignored the insults being slung back and forth, relieved to be left
alone. But now, he was on her mind again.
Meggie was sitting next to Angel and hadn’t said anything through the
whole exchange. Now, she looked at Angel as she stirred a teaspoon of precious
sugar into her black coffee. “So, what is this delectable man like,
Angel? Has he got any brains?”
Angel gave her a dark look. “Invite him in and find out for yourself.”
Meggie arched her brows and leaned back smiling. “Really? I might just
do that with all the interest he’s stirred among our friends here.” She studied
her. “You really wouldn’t mind?”
“Why should I?”
“I saw him first!” Rebecca said.
Lucky laughed. “First you’ll have to knock him out and get someone to
drag him into your room.”
“Duchess won’t like it,” Renee said, her thin face waspish. “You know the
men pay more for Angel. Though I can’t see why.”
“Because she looks better dog tired than you look on your best day,”
Lucky crowed.
Renee hurled a fork at her, which Lucky dodged easily. It twanged off the
wall.
“Please, be quiet, Lucky,” Angel said, sure Magowan would come in.
Lucky never stopped to think when she was drinking.
“So you really don’t care,” Rebecca said.
“You can have him with my blessing,” Angel said. She didn’t want him
bothering her anymore. He wanted her. She felt it radiating from his body,
but he never did anything about it. He talked. He asked questions. He waited,
for what she didn’t know. She was tired of trying to think up lies to make
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