“It needs more than that.”
“Like what?”
Again he couldn’t provide an answer.
“Where’s the complication?” Bella wanted to know. “We’re living in the same house, we eat at the same table. It ain’t as if you gotta make some major changes. All we do is kick Frank out of your room and put him in mine. Then I bring my clothes across the hall and we’re all set.”
His scowl deepened. He tried to say something but his lips wouldn’t move.
She inclined her head slightly, studying him with open suspicion. “Maybe you got some other plans that don’t include me.”
He didn’t reply. He had the vague notion she’d spoken an important truth that he couldn’t admit to himself.
Bella said, “Whatever you do, don’t play me cheap. I ain’t in the market for any raw deals.”
He frowned at her. “You’re too jealous.”
She didn’t say anything for some moments. Then, very quietly, “I got every right to be jealous.”