“I think he feels obligated,” Geena said glumly. “Because I have no one else.”
“Could be. But I’d like to think he’s doing it because he wants to help you.”
Sighing, Geena motioned to the credit card and keys lying on the coffee table. “He left those this morning and told me to go shopping for whatever I needed.”
Marcella regarded her with a meaningful glance. “That is generous. So what did you buy?”
“Nothing! And I’m not going to. Just giving me a roof over my head is more than enough. I don’t want to take advantage of his generosity. Especially when it might be a while before I can pay him back.”
Smiling drily, Marcella shook her head, and Geena couldn’t help but notice how pretty the woman looked with her long red hair hanging against her back and a touch of makeup brightening her face. Her slender figure was perfect, which only made Geena feel even more like a walrus.
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