unconcerned with his guilt in the matter. “I might have been hiding a
bit of coin from you. I bought Meggie a dress, and the village women
liked her so much they sewed her a few pieces. You couldn’t expect
her to wear the same thing every day. Where are you getting this
from? She meets with those same women every other day for sewing
lessons. They love her. Everyone loves her. She’s fitting in
beautifully. Even the bloody goblins like her. As for the stall she set
up in the market, those kids are taking a cut. Meg does the baking,
and the Shaw kids handle the selling. They take half the damn
profits.”
“What the hell is she doing selling stuff at market?” Beck asked.
He was confused by the whole thing.
“Making money,” Meg said quietly from the doorway.
Beck turned quickly, taking in her frown. She had straightened her
clothes and put on an apron. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a neat
bun. She looked every bit the proper Fae wife about to cook her
husbands’ dinner. He missed the naughty schoolgirl.
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“I took care of it,” Beck explained. “We should have enough coin
to see us through the winter.”
Meg’s eyes dulled. She shrugged as though it didn’t mean
anything to her. “I’ll keep it for myself if you don’t want it.” She
moved toward the kitchen. “And I’ll make sure to pay the women for
their clothes. I’ll do it tomorrow.”
Beck ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “Meg…”
She held up a hand to stop him. “Just leave me a list of what I’m
supposed to do, and I’ll get it done, Beck. I’ll shut down the bakery
stall, or I’ll work it myself from now on.”
“I didn’t say that, Meg,” Beck replied. Damn it. He didn’t want to argue with her. “You’re deliberately misunderstanding me.”