“And do you think it’s appropriate to be dressed like that?” I glance my eyes over him, hating having admit to myself that Icould be jealous. Those two girls had no business staring at him the way they were; he’s supposed to be my husband.
“It’s a warm day, I’m doing manual work. If you're offended, I’ll just put my shirt back on.” He reaches back to untuck it from hanging in his back pocket.
“No, don’t be silly. I was just—curious.” I’m getting the sense that he’s doing all this to avoid me. Despite him taking the best care of me, this past month has been a little awkward; in fact, it was much less awkward when we were having sex at every opportunity we could get. Jack still shows me affection; his hand is always looking for an opportunity to stroke my tummy, he always holds my hand when we go anywhere public, but a kiss on the cheek before bed is as passionate as we’ve gotten.
I miss him.
And that, right there, is the whole reason why I had to set boundaries.
“I made an appointment with Dr. Stratton for your dating scan. I figured you’d rather have it here than go to the hospital,” he informs me, completely changing the subject.
“Thanks.” I smile, knowing it’s something he’s been looking forward to.
“I mean, there are plenty of private hospitals we could take a look at. I could ask Alex and Olivia whic?—”
“Here’s perfect.” I smile, hating the idea of ever stepping foot in one again, private or not.
“Dr. Stratton comes highly recommended. You could read through her credentials. I have them in my office.”
“I trust your judgement,” I tell him, trying not to stare at his chest. “I should get back inside.” I make my excuses to leave, even though I want to stay close to him.
“You know, I have a meeting tomorrow; it’s not far from the apartment where the girls are staying. I could always drop youoff, then pick you up when I’m finished,” he suggests, trying so hard to be accommodating.
“That would be great.” I fake another smile for him, because as excited as I am to see the girls again, it’s not going to solve the real problem. The problem I, myself, caused when I told him we had to stop having sex.
He’s respected my wishes, he’s been nothing but kind and courteous, so why am I so frustrated with him?
“I should get back to work. Let me know if you need anything.” He picks his wheelbarrow back up, wheeling it around the side of the wall, out of sight and out of reach.
“Not a chance.” I laugh under my breath and walk back into the house. I’d never admit that, right now, the only thing I think I need is him.
“So what's it like being a duchess?” Sophia takes hold of my hand and studies the ring on my finger again. She’s not valuing it like Selena did; she’s admiring its beauty.
“No different to being a grifter; I’m just playing a role, remember?” I point out, lifting my feet up onto the sofa.
“Well, you're looking good doing it. How much is this dress worth?” Her fingers brush over the fabric. “I’ll bet Polly would love to see your wardrobe.”
“So when will you start getting fat?” Selena interrupts, placing the coffee she just made me on the coffee table and tossing a packet of custard creams onto Sophia’s lap.
“Hopefully, not for a few more months.” I lean forward to pick up the mug and remember something I should have asked before she made it. “Is this decaf?” I check.
“Decaf?” Selena laughs. “What sort of a question is that?”
“I’m pregnant, I can only drink decaf these days,” I explain,
“Oh, I'm sorry, we weren’t prepared for the duchess’s visit. Next time, we’ll be sure to bust out the scones and Earl Grey.” Standing up, she takes the mug and tips the coffee down the sink.
“Will this do, Your Highness?” She raises her eyebrows at me and holds out a glass of water. “I’m afraid it's tap, not filtered through the highland mountain springs.” Her sarcastic smile makes me laugh as I take it and decide not to mention Jack’s rule about me drinking tap water. I’m sure just this once won’t hurt.
“So, is Polly around?” I glance around the luxury apartment. I was really hoping I’d get the chance to see her so we could talk.
“She’s working at the boutique; with all the garden parties coming up next season, Pandora’s really busy. I’m sure you’ll be one of her regulars.” Sophia tries to distract me with excitement.
“When this is done, we’ll all be able to wear designer clothes, and from far better designers than Pandora. We just have to figure out where we’re going.” I try to create a little excitement of my own. I need to start looking forward to the future, not pining over the lack of intimacy I’m getting from my fake husband.
“I’ve always liked the idea of Canada.” Selena lies back on the huge, white leather sofa. “Though I’d be open to anywhere. Who says we have to stay in one place?”
“Would it be wise for us to travel too much if we have fake identities?” Sophia asks warily.
