"You should have never let him in the house." Noah stopped in front of the counter. "For God's sake, Sabella, I thought you would know better than to confront that son of a bitch while you're carrying my mark." She kept her head down. How many times had she laughed at Nathan when he had said something similar? When he had been irritated with her, or was just being a man. She should have known better than to go four-wheeling with Sienna that first year they were married, without him, because when she wrecked, she wrenched her ankle and he hadn't been tere to make sure she was okay. She should have known better than to try to fix a busted pipe in the basement on her own, because she'd ended up drenched and the basement had gotten wet. So many instances. And she should have always known better. She lifted her head. "Now you can leave. You should know better than to piss off an already angry woman." She should have known better than to give Rory a say in the hiring. "Sabella, sweetheart, look at me." His voice roughened. "If he had hurt you, I would have had to kill him. I would have enjoyed killing him." "And it would have been my fault." She nodded with a bitter smile. "Sure, I understand." "No, it would have been his fault for being stupid enough to touch you. But haven't you figured out that yet that men aren't always smart enough to keep their hands off things that don't belong to them?" Her head jerked up in surprise. "So you think I belong to you now?" She didn't flinch when he reached out to touch her. Over the years, she had always had to suppress a flinch when another man tried to stroke her, kiss her. "You don't belong to him," he told her, his fingertip stroking over the rasp of his beard that he had left on her jaw. "Testosterone is a dangerous thing sometimes."