“They’re good.” I c**k a brow and she sighs. “Mostly. It’s amazing how many things kids need. Caroline wants to do ballet, which means she’ll need leotards, shoes, all kinds of stuff. Josh really wants to try out for basketball, but that’s not cheap, either.”
I frown. “I would think you’d have a little more money saved up now.” I don’t want to come right out and cite our arrangement, but it’s more than obvious what I’m getting at.
“I do,” she admits. “The thing is…” She’s squirming now, her eyes flitting from the view to the table and back again. I squeeze her knee until she stops. “I have to be careful what I buy and how I spend the money. If Ben realizes I’m making more, he’s just gonna start asking for more.”
“‘No’ is a complete sentence, Emma.”
She’s pointedly avoiding my gaze now.
