“I didn’t raise you to be a slut.” She felt like she’d been slapped. She choked on her next breath. And then Mercy said, “No, you didn’t raise her at all.” Maggie clapped a hand to her throat, her eyes huge. “I did,” Mercy said. His voice had gone soft and Cajun-flavored, scary-calm. “I raised her. Don’t you dare blame her for loving me because of it.”
