.." she said abruptly. "You promised..." Oh, yes... the tapes... But Mrs. Cassidy, I'm disappointed. I was sure you would want to go over the rest of ...the book with me!"Sylvie realized that she ought to know the whole truth. She couldn't just ignore the fact that even without incriminating tapes, the book could paint the entire family in such a bad light that it would ruin her husband's chances for re-election. There were any number of unscrupulous newspapermen and publishers who would give. I was making a dent in the debts, the reason I was living here. I couldalready see that if nothing happened I could be out of debt before thenext summer. It also encouraged me to take a few extra dollars andinvest in some casual around the house dresses and skirts. Going andtrying on the clothes was a lot better than the online shopping now thatI had the confidence to do it. I hadn?t realized how ill-fitting some ofmy clothes were before. I wish clothes manufacturers would decide on asize and. Her throat felt choked up at the pleading way he said that. ‘But, I’ll just deal. I’ll give you your Abby-time.’ His eyes narrowed then. ‘On one condition.’ She frowned at him. He was putting conditions? The choice to personal independence was supposed to be hers. ‘I get to scope out the place with you. If I don’t think it’s safe enough, you are not moving in. That is non-negotiable.’ She blinked up at his stern countenance. He wasn’t going to budge on that, she was sure. ‘And we get an alarm. Jamie had seen him give it to her and she’d thanked Louis enthusiastically, kissed him on the nose and ran off upstairs with it. So when Jamie had ran into her in the kitchen the next morning he was somewhat surprised to see that the conservative, pink garment had been modified a little. It appeared she’d given the practically nonexistent neckline more of a plunge as it was now torn down to her bellybutton and had some black bootlaces loosely tying it together, barely managing to keep her.