Page 18 of Sheikh's Pregnant Fiancée

“Sorry. I get punchy when I’m tired, though not usually literally. Your mom and sisters only left about an hour ago. They were insistent that I eat for the baby.”

“Good,” he growled. He’d noticed that she’d not been eating at the feast. He’d chalked it up to nerves.

Or second-guessing her decision.

He couldn’t help but see the unhappiness in Hysani. His friend swore up and down that he’d never looked at her that way, but he wasn’t quiet about his unhappiness at their marriage.

“Anyway, after they left, I moved my things. I didn’t want you to be confused when you came in, so I thought I should stay up and tell you.”

“Moved your things?” Furious, he rose as he interrupted her. “Moved them where? You are my wife, and you will live here!”

She held up her hand. “I didn’t say I moved them out of the suite. If you’d let me finish, you would learn that I just moved them to the guest room. We don’t know each other, Jarah, and I don’t feel comfortable sleeping with you until we do.”

Stupefied, he stared at her. He’d expected her to be shy about sex, at least tonight, but to not even sleep with him? Indefinitely?

“How long will that take?”

Aubrey yawned. “I don’t know. I’ve been an open book since meeting you, but you have not, so I guess it’ll be up to you how long it takes. Good night.”

She walked to the other room and shut the door quietly.

Jarah stared after it. He’d thought being a husband would be easy.

He didn’t like being wrong.

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