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His face splits into an incredulous smile. “Are you serious right now?”
“It’s just that I’ve never met her before now. We’ve been together for almost a year and—”
“You’re jealous,” he says and my face flushes.
“No,” I say angrily. “But while we’re on the subject, should I be?”
“Of course not. She’s just a colleague. Even if I was single, I wouldn’t have gone for her. She’s kind of fake.”
I’m totally disarmed. Every angry thing I was about to say is gone now. “What?”
“You didn’t see it,” he says with a raise of his eyebrow. He looks over at Jennie and Jennie says, “He’s right. Did you see the gift she got you? Very pretentious.”
A smile cracks my lips. The gift was socks. Expensive Louis Vuitton socks. For a newborn. “I did see that.”
Jack takes me by the shoulders. “You know, you’re beautiful when you’re mad.”
I slap him playfully on the chest. “Ha, ha.”
He hugs me and rubs my belly lovingly. “You’re the only woman for me,” he says. “Big belly and all.”
Tears start burning in my eyes.Ugh, I hate being this emotional.
“Liar.”
He laughs, then puts his hand under my chin and kisses me. “I am bewitched by you. No one could ever take me away from you. I’m under your spell.”
I gulp. “Really, Jack?”
“Yes, really. Now, go rest up and let us clean.”
“Fine. What do you want for dinner tonight?”
He shrugs. “What are you in the mood for?”
“Anything and everything all at once,” I joke. “But nothing spicy because my heartburn will flare up again.”
“You got it. No spicy. How about pasta, extra mushrooms?”
“Oh, yes, I like how you think.”
Chapter Nine
JACK
There’s supposed to be a big storm coming. I’m thinking about that as I make the beds. I hate thunderstorms. I always have. Something about the unbridled and uncontrolled force of nature just freaks me out.
The sky started darkening a few hours ago and I’m getting increasingly nervous as time goes on. Busying myself with housework is helping a little.
“Hey.”
I look up and see Jack in the doorway. Actually, he’s kind of hanging off to the side. “Got a minute?”
I sigh, looking down at the half-made bed. “Sure,” I say.
He comes into the room and he’s got something behind his back. I frown a little. “What’s going on?”
He walks up to me and presents me with a bouquet of roses. They’re beautiful. I take them and their sweet smell fills the air between us.
