Adrian’s POV
I was still kneeling in desperate apology when Barrett’s voice cut in. I found myself unmoving, my neck snapping quick towards him. Like the sight burned him, I watched Barrett turn around immediately.
Good thinking
He refused to see me on my knees in front of my wife. Deep down, I didn’t even care. If it meant my wife would return, I’d do it in front of a crowd. I’d even sell tickets. Hell, if even shoot a small film of the whole damn thing myself.
From my kneeling position, She pulled me to my feet, her hand warm around my arm, and I held onto that small touch longer than I should have.
Could I take it as her forgiving me?
I glanced at my wife and she averted her gaze, but I didn’t miss the small flush creeping up her skin or the way she bit her lips as it tilted into
