"Tell me," he said, walking toward her, fully intending to take her in his arms; a couple of kisses might reassure her even more. "You wouldn't happen to be jealous now, would you?"
"Jealous?" She threw the word back in his face as though he'd issued the greatest insult of her life. "If you can honestly mistake integrity and principles for jealousy, then I truly wonder what kind of man I've married."
With that she turned and walked into her bedroom and closed the door. Hannah had probably never slammed a door in her life, he realized.
Air seeped between Riley's clenched teeth. He'd done it again. Just when he was beginning to make headway with her, he got cocky and said something stupid. It was becoming a bad habit.
He let a few moments pass, then decided to try once again. He knocked on her bedroom door, but didn't wait for her to answer before turning the knob and walking in. A husband should be allowed certain rights. Hannah turned and glared at him accusingly.
"I didn't mean what I said."
She held a blouse to her front and stared stonily back at him. "I see. So you fully intend to cheat on me."
"No, dammit." He jerked his fingers through his hair. "You're purposely misconstruing everything I say." His patience was wearing paper-thin. "I shouldn't have said anything about you being jealous. Judy doesn't mean anything to me. I haven't seen her in weeks. We may have talked twice in the last three months. I've been trying to cool the relationship. She resented that."
Hannah deposited the blouse in the closet with the others. "I see."
"I don't wish to argue with you, Hannah. Can we drop the subject of Judy now?"
She lowered her gaze and nodded. "I…1 didn't mean to shout earlier. I don't generally get angry like that…. It must be the pregnancy."
"I understand what you're saying."
"You do?" Her beautiful gray eyes leveled with his.
He nodded. "You see, I've had this problem for several months now," Riley admitted, stepping across the room. "There's been this woman on my mind."