Erin's POV
“You’re home early,” I forced a smile, walking back through the patio doors. The first thing I noticed was how loose Rowan’s tie was, but that wasn’t it…. A smear of nude gloss that appeared to have been poorly cleaned up remained on the collar of his white dress shirt.
I couldn't tear my eyes from that tiny smear. Did he go straight to her side the moment I told him I was busy? Was the phone call simply to ensure he wouldn't be caught, not because he actually wanted to have lunch together?
“Did I interrupt an important phone call?” I quickly flicked my eyes to his, blinking rapidly to fight the onset of tears. I blame pregnancy hormones...
“Oh no,” I shook my head. “Just Andrea going over a few things for tomorrow.”
Rowan hummed, “New story?” he gave me his back, digging
