He touched his mouth to hers and when his head moved back a half inch, he murmured, “Have a good day.”
She nodded again and replied, “You too,” but her reply came out all breathy like she’d just run the two hundred yard dash in record time.
This made him grin which made a trill slide up her spine which made her shiver which she knew he felt because his grin deepened to a smile.
Then he slanted his head and kissed her again.
This kiss was not a touch of the lips but harder and longer. If not an open-mouthed, make out fest, it still worked on her. By the time he lifted his head, she wasn’t breathing.
“Go to work,” he muttered, she nodded and with all due haste exited the car.
She knew, as she walked around the hood of the Jag, along the sidewalk and up the winding, cobbled alley that he watched her. She knew this because, the entire time, her scalp was tingling.
Her day was uneventful except for Yasmin, who came and spent an unbelievable amount of money on clothes and jewellery. Then she spent an even more unbelievable amount of time hanging out with Belle and chatting like they’d known each other for years. She eventually left because, she told Belle, she had a meeting with her divorce attorney. Belle had learned, during the chatting, that marriage number two was even worse than marriage number one and marriage number one had been nothing to write home about.
By the time Belle went to bed that night, Jack hadn’t returned.
By the time Belle woke up the next morning, she knew he had.
She knew this because the front of his body was pressed into the back of hers, his arm was around her waist, his hand resting on the bump of her belly.
She might have been idiotically slow on numerous occasions with Jack which led to life altering circumstances but she was learning.
Although she allowed herself a very brief moment to enjoy his warmth and, most especially, his hand resting protectively against their child (and she allowed their child a moment to feel that protection too), she went into action.
Carefully but swiftly, she exited the bed and walked directly to the bathroom not looking back to see if he woke and only cursorily patting Baron and Gretl’s heads as she went.
Then she spent an inordinate amount of time in the bathroom. Brushing her teeth far longer than necessary. Flossing with obsessive precision. Washing her face and slathering it with a masque. Sitting on the toilet seat (fretting) for ten minutes to let the masque work. And taking the longest shower in history.
All of this was in hopes that Jack would leave before she was done in the bathroom.
When she could delay no more, she walked out to see the bed was empty.
She felt a wave of relief which was followed immediately by a surge of intense disappointment.
She tamped down this insane reaction and got ready for her day.
As it was too early for her mother and grandmother (both late risers) and Joy (also, Belle learned, not exactly a morning person), Belle ate breakfast alone.
Jack joined her when she was sipping a decaf coffee, staring out the windows to the sea and attempting to keep her mind completely blank (although this wasn’t working, as such).
His hair was slightly damp, he was wearing jeans, a snug-fitting, long-sleeved, dark grey t-shirt and carrying a newspaper.
He looked really good (criminally good) in his t-shirt and she noted dazedly he obviously liked dark grey and black because, outside of blue jeans, that was nearly all she’d seen him wear.
As she was making this insignificant mental note and staring at him, he got close and bent down, kissing her upturned nose.
“Morning, poppet,” he said softly when his face moved away.
“Morning,” she whispered, feeling like an idiot even as she made an additional mental note that she liked him kissing her nose and she watched his eyes slide to her coffee cup.
“I thought you didn’t drink coffee,” he remarked.
“Decaf,” she replied, his lips curled up in a barely there but still unfairly attractive grin and he moved to his seat and threw the paper by his place setting as he settled in.
Elaine came in, took his breakfast order and Belle resumed her contemplation of the sea, trying to still her racing heart and her equally racing thoughts.
“Belle,” Jack called and her gaze moved to his ear then she forced herself to look into his eyes before he called her on it, something she knew he’d do. “I need to show you something and I don’t want you to get upset.”
She braced and kept silent. His voice was gentle, not impatient but still, she couldn’t help but worry.
“It’s going to happen quite a bit and you’re going to have to learn to ignore it,” he continued.
“What’s going to happen?” she asked and he flipped open the paper and showed it to her.
She stared in horror at what she saw.
There was a full colour picture of her and Jack taken through the windshield of his car, his fingers wrapped around her neck, their bodies close, their faces even closer because they were kissing.
Goodness gracious! The whole world was going to see a picture of her kissing Jack!
Her eyes skittered to the caption and it read, Making Up, Britain’s Sexiest Tycoon Wins Back The Tiny Dynamo.
“Holy heck,” she breathed and Jack flipped the paper shut and threw it to the side.
“Ignore it,” he commanded.
Her eyes lifted to his. “We were kissing.”
“Ignore it.”
“In your car,” she continued.
“Belle, ignore it.”
“I can’t ignore it!” she cried. “Everyone’s going to know! They’re going to know I’m pregnant. They’re going to know we’re living together. They’re going to –”
Jack cut her off, “Yes, they are, and you’ve got to learn not to care, love.”
Her eyes grew wide and she asked, “How? How do you learn not to care about that?”
“You just do,” Jack replied calmly and she made a noise that sounded like she was being strangled so he leaned toward her. “Poppet, they’re not going to stop. I hate to tell you this but they’re never going to stop. I know. They’ve been at me all my life. And you’re too damned beautiful and way too photogenic for your own good. So they won’t leave you alone either. Once we have our child, they’ll go after him too. You need to learn to ignore it and get on with your life.”
For a moment, she forgot about her new dire predicament mainly because he’d called her “too damned beautiful”.
James Bennett thought she, Belle “Meek and Mild” Abbot was “too damned beautiful”?