Adrian’s POV
Me: Good luck for your interview.
Little Wife: :)
I sat there smiling at a silly emoji much longer than I needed to before I finally convinced myself to quit.
I was in the middle of washing dishes when the doorbell rang. I went to answer it without hesitation, already knowing who it was on the other side.
Letisha had left some time ago. I wasn't sure how long her interview would take or when she'd be back, so I needed to make this meeting as short as possible.
I had texted Mason my address earlier with some instructions on what I needed, and when I opened the door, he was standing there looking as confused as I had felt when I had first arrived yesterday.
Mason’s eyes widened in disbelief as they perused me from head to toe. I glanced down at myself, wondering at the reason for his reaction. I supposed my appearance, as it was now, did warrant some measure of surprise.