Making sure was a plan she could support, though she’d be more supportive if there was food involved. She tried to compress her stomach so it wouldn’t whine. Been bad enough when it whined while they were up the tree, but in the deep silence of the kitchen? What if it sounded like a different body sound?
He half frowned. Nell could see ideas ticking through his oh-so-blue eyes. She could sort of figure out his thought processes. Thanks to TV and movies and, of course, books. A lot of mysteries had passed through her hands, most of them pausing long enough for her to read them.
“No,” she said.
“What?”
“No one to leave me a large fortune. A pity, but there it is.” Didn’t need to be a fortune, just enough to stabilize her situation would be nice, but not so much someone needed to kill her
