But all she said was, “Of course I don’t mind. I just want you to be comfortable.”
“All right, I’m comfortable. You satisfied?”
She didn’t reply. For some moments she just sat there looking at him. Then, in a strangely quiet tone, “I want to know why you’re all dressed up.”
He opened his mouth to give her an answer. His mouth stayed open but no sound came out.
Bella leaned forward, her elbows on the table. “Come on, let’s have it. You might as well tell me who she is. I’ve seen her already.”
He blinked a few times.
“Last night,” Bella said. “I was in bed, waiting for you. When you didn’t come in, I got up to see what you were doing. I went into the parlor and took a look through the front window. I saw you talking to her. And then the two of you got into the car and drove away.”
He managed to look away from her. “It wasn’t what you think.”
Her face was expressionless. “I haven’t told you what I think. I’m waiting to hear what your plans are.”
“What plans?”