“Do you want some coffee, something to eat?” She didn’t know what to do or how to be here with Jed right now. She couldn’t shake the sense of betrayal. She yanked open the fridge and pulled out the leftover chicken from last night’s dinner, setting it on the counter with tomatoes and lettuce. Jed stepped behind her and slid both arms around her waist, pressing his hand possessively over her stomach. She leaned back almost on instinct. She was mad, but she couldn’t fight his touch. She rested her head against his shoulder, and Jed pressed his rough cheek against hers.
“You need to shave.” She reached up and ran her hand over the light hair that was so much like sandpaper after a few days of not shaving.
“I don’t want you on a horse anymore, Diana, not when you’re pregnant. It’s too danger
