“You can’t just strip my access to household accounts because you’re angry about summer travel expenses.”

“I opened that line of credit four years before I met you,” I said.

“And I revoked the authorized user additions two hours ago at the main branch.”

Ruth stepped around Mark, her black low-heeled shoes crunching dryly on the packed gravel.

She walked straight to the back of Carl’s pickup and set her hand on the wooden side rail.

“Grace,” Ruth called toward the pump house porch.