Another stunned moment ensued.
"W-hat?"
"Me?" Shelby pointed a finger at herself because she was the only female in the whole room, and she had been the subject of the conversation.
"Are you referring to me?" She added in disbelief, and for a fleeting moment, her hand brushed over her tummy... an unconscious gesture that didn't go unnoticed.
The man, Brian, walked to the front but maintained a distance from her. Brian then nodded at her question, not giving anything away at the fact that she had asked that. Any discerning eye could see that Brain remained humble and almost servile, even though Shelby was the supposed prisoner.
At the nod, Shelby dropped her arm, still shocked. A faint blush crept up her neck, lighting her up like the first bloom of dawn. There was a softness in her gaze, a distant, dreamy quality that made it impossible to look away. Every person in the room could see it... pure, unguarded happiness... with a mix of excitement in there.
