Letisha’s POV
I knocked on the door to the study before pushing it open. I was still trying to wrap my brain around the fact that I was living in a house that had a study.
I supposed I shouldn’t pretend as I wasn’t used to the trappings of wealth, but it had been such a long time since I’d left my childhood home that it almost felt like another lifetime. And then, even while I had been in that house for a long time after my mother had died, it had felt smaller and more stifling than that tiny room at the Inn.
At my sudden entrance, Adrian spun around from the bay windows he’d been facing, still holding the phone to his ear.
“I’ll call you back later,” he muttered into the phone before ending the call.