She vowed (silently) never to call him James again and kept her peace.
“Now, give me some indication that you understand the second point,” he demanded.
Belle nodded again.
“Excellent,” he clipped, sounding like it was not “excellent” at all and then he kept talking. “My last point stems from our discussion yesterday. Regardless of what you witnessed between Miles and I in the stables, what happened between you and I four months ago was not an act. Miles may have been competing for you but I wasn’t. You clearly don’t realise how offensive your accusation was when you made it the morning after the night we shared. If you did realise, you wouldn’t speak of it as it’s no less offensive now. You won’t speak of it again.”
Belle was finding it hard not to pant at the low and rumbly tone of his voice.
It was a variation on the voice he’d used when he promised her she could trust him.
It was also very like the voice he’d used when he’d threatened his brother right before he beat the crap out of him.
This suggested to her there was not only feeling behind his words but deep emotion.
And she didn’t know how to take that.
She had no chance to figure it out, he spoke again.
“Do I make myself understood?” he asked.
Without hesitation, she nodded again.
“I’ll be unhappy if we have to discuss any of this again,” he told her and she wondered what he meant by “unhappy” considering he seemed very unhappy at that precise moment.
“We won’t have to discuss it again,” she promised.
He stared at her so hard even though she wanted to, she couldn’t move her eyes from his.
Then she felt him relax beside her.
“Good,” he murmured.
She was about to ask him if she could get out of bed but his chin dipped down, his eyes trailing her body and he shifted slightly back. His gaze stopped at the small bump at her belly and his hand went to rest there, heavy and hot.
Belle caught her breath at the intimacy of this gesture and fought against the return of pleasant, cosy, safe feeling she had when she’d woken.
“Does he move?” Jack asked gently.
Belle knew instantly she had a new Jack and this one sounded like the loving one.
She steeled herself against how much she liked the gentle, loving James Bennett and she steeled herself against the magnetic pull he emitted when he was in this mood.
“No, he hasn’t moved yet,” she answered and Jack’s eyes came back to hers but his hand didn’t leave her belly.
“You think he’s a he?” Jack asked and she nodded.
“But I don’t want to know. I want to be surprised,” she told him. “You can know if you want.”
His gaze moved back to her belly as he murmured, “I don’t want to know.”
Belle swallowed at the sweet sensation his murmur caused and was about to ask if she could get out of bed again mainly because she really needed to get out of bed.
And away from him.
She was finding this taxing.
Why she seemed to be able to handle herself more assuredly when Jack was being terrible and why she seemed entirely unable to cope when Jack was being anything but terrible, she had no idea.