“Darcy Greenwood! He's my husband,” Abigail snapped indignantly.
“Well, you'd better mind your manners so he stays that way,” Darcy shot back.
“You wouldn't be wanting to steal him away from me, would you?” Abigail asked.
“Naw. He'd be fun, I'm sure. But he's yours, and he ain't the type to go running around with other women.” She almost sounded disappointed.
“No, I don't suspect he is,” Abigail readily agreed.
“That still doesn't mean you should abuse him,” Darcy said.
“Abuse him! It's my butt that's been burning.”
Darcy laughed and grabbing Abigail's hand, they moved toward the house. “You got anything to eat inside, I'm famished,” she declared.
Darcy was one person that would never change, and Abigail was glad of that. She couldn't believe how much she missed her glorious face a
