Adrian’s POV
Fixing my cufflinks, I exited the house with Barrett trailing a step behind me.
My chest tightened at the thought of leaving my wife behind again—alone for another night. Perhaps, by the time I returned, she would have changed her mind.
A faint smile gives at my lips at the possibility, even thought it was unlikely with her stubborn self.
As we approached the car, I felt the familiar shift of myself slipping into the cold mask I was known for.
In no time, we arrived at the warehouse. Colton hurried to my side the moment I stepped out of the car, filling me in on everything before I’d even straightened my jacket.
Apparently some men had shown up claiming authority over shipments at the port. They had interrupted every movement and made it impossible for my workers to load
