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with Jack and why Staci had moved so far from her family.  Why he wouldn’t leave Rachel alone with Jack. 
    After he fell silent again, she asked, “What do you mean, ‘messed with?’”
    He sighed.  “Oh, you are going to be mad at me for even having Rachel around him.”
    She started to say she wouldn’t but didn’t.  She waited.
    “He molested her, Becca.  She was only ten and now she won’t have anything to do with him.”  She had guessed that Staci was estranged from her father.  It was nothing that had been discussed, really.  Rather, it was that Staci had avoided the subject of Jack nearly altogether. 
    Rebekah scrutinized her memory now of every time Jack had held Rachel, how he had kissed her.  She had never seen anything inappropriate, definitely nothing that would have said he was a child molester.  She considered Nick and felt a flash of anger for him putting their daughter in harm’s way, only to realize she had never been in harm’s way at all.  Nick had watched her like a hawk the entire time, every time they were there.
    She took a deep breath.  “Why didn’t you tell me before?”
    “Why make you hate him?  He isn’t the same anymore.”  Nick was much calmer than he had been at the beginning of their conversation.
    “Does he still drink?”  She hadn’t intended for it to come out as an accusation. 
    “Sometimes, probably.”  He caught her hand and said, “I’ve told him he can’t drink around you two.  If he does—it’s over.”
    She nodded, trying to absorb it all.
    It left one question unanswered.  “Why have you supported him all this time?”
    He shook his head as if to say, I don’t know, but said, “He’s still my dad.  Nothing changes that.”
    She could understand his loyalty to his family.  She wished her mother had been more forgiving and had spoken to her in the courtroom.  That she wasn’t so was an Amish custom.  Was Nick being forgiving an English custom?  She chewed on this thought for a while, finally deciding that it wasn’t an English characteristic at all.  Rather, it was a deep-seated trait of Nick.  She gathered her arms around this man she loved, realizing once again how good his heart was and how very blessed she was.
     
     
     
                 
     
                 
                               
                               
                 
     

Chapter Six
     

Everyone should get naked and tied up on Sunday afternoons.   They were in a wooded edge of a hayfield, ripe with tall alfalfa, where they had stopped to take a picnic lunch.  They had played all morning with Rachel and now she was fast asleep on a blanket spread out on the field’s edge, where Rebekah could see her.  Wildflowers woven into a crown were on top of her head, tangled in her dark curls.  Rebekah looked at her two and a half year old fondly.  Her deep rose colored upper lip formed a perfect Cupid’s bow and her cheeks were flushed with abundant good health.  She was wearing one of her favorite outfits today, a peach dress with white lace and ruffles with matching socks and bows for her unruly curly hair which hung to the middle of her back.
    “Ouch!”  The rope cut into her skin.
    “Sorry.”  Nick adjusted it.  “That better?”
    Rebekah had worn a red summer dress that buttoned all the way up the front and hung to her knees.  Nick had taken her into the edge of the forest and put her arms behind her around a tree, binding her tightly.  Spreading her legs wide, he took her feet and bound one, looped the rope around the tree behind her and tied the other foot so that she could stand but not bring her legs together. 
    If someone sees us, are we going to have some explaining to do .
    Nick stepped back, his eyes hungrily upon her.  He unbuttoned his shirt to show his lean muscles and scattering of dark hair across his chest and down the middle of his tight