“Both.” Adrian answers Grace’s question and I let out my breath slowly. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding it. A warmth floods my chest, and I suppress the smile that threatens my lips.
The feeling of his eyes on me has me tugging at the hem of my nightgown again. It was a particularly warm and humid night, and I had thought Adrian wasn’t home when I put it on. Now I just felt a little silly for wearing it.
I feel him looking at me, so I finally meet his gaze. He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t speak, so I just look back at the book and continue with Grace’s story.
When I finish the story, Susan appears at the door and ushers Grace to bed. Technically, it’s still my day off, so she insists. I think the housekeeper is starting to warm up to me a little.
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