He took me to the kitchen and pulled out our chair. Yes, I knew the chair was ours. He took the one next to it, giving me an innocent look. The man was diabolically evil.
I ignored the instant zing between my thighs and got to the point. "You are not buying school clothes for Bitsy."
He barely let me finish. "Hear me out first, Jaycee." He took my hands. "You've been caring for Jon and Bitsy for years now and you will continue to care for them. They start a new school tomorrow and I live in a ritzy neighborhood with upper-class schools. I know that probably pisses you off, but that's the world we live in. They'll have enough problems without adding clothes to the mix."
I shook off his hands and stood up, the chair sliding back six inches when I did. "And you didn't think to mention this
