Adrian doesn’t answer Marcus immediately.
He just stares at the phone.
Jaw tight.
Eyes dark.
Controlled.
Too controlled.
“You’re not responding,” I say carefully.
“I know.”
“Are you going to?”
“Yes.”
“But not the way he expects.”
A chill moves down my spine.
“What does that mean?”
He types something quickly.
Efficient.
Precise.
Then locks the phone and sets it face down on the counter.
“What did you say?”
“That you’re unavailable.”
My chest tightens.
“You didn’t ask me.”
“I didn’t need to.”
Anger sparks instantly.
“That’s not your decision.”
“It is.”
“No, it isn’t.”
He steps closer.
Not aggressive.
Not loud.
But deliberate.
“You’re not going on a date with another man.”
“I’m not another man’s wife in my head.”
His eyes darken.
“You are in every legal sense.
