raised his brow. “Marc knew how to sew.”
“What do you mean? He took his clothes to the tailor if a button fell off.”
“I mean we both had to learn to sew a seam and repair our clothes. We didn’t have enough money growing up to throw away anything.”
“So he lied about that, too.”
“Yes, he did.” Chris wished he’d kept his mouth closed. He could see that this information hurt her. It was just one more mess Marc made that he’d have to clean up. Chris moved his hand along the hem of the jacket and felt something hard. The kick of satisfaction had him reaching for his knife again.
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