She didn't think he would be interested in her right now. Eva's tears had clearly pierced his heart, leaving him distracted the entire ride home.
*Old flames die hard*, she thought. If their breakup hadn't been so ugly back then, Sara would likely be the one sleeping alone in an empty room tonight.
Dropping her guard, she walked over and handed him his pajamas with a smile. "Mr. Harding has been gone for ten days."
"Keeping track?"
The corners of Adrian's mouth hooked into an ambiguous smirk.
Sara seized the chance to show loyalty. "Wasn't I trying to find a chance to come crawling back and apologize?"
"And it took you ten days to find that chance?" Adrian's tone was half-joking, half-serious. "I thought you'd forgotten a man like me."
A man who is slightly drunk is a dangerous actor.
If a stranger heard his tone, they might think Adrian Harding was deeply in love with his wife.
Sara sighed inwardly, but her smile only grew sweeter. "How could that be? When you're not home, I don't even have the appetite to eat."
He gave a hoarse laugh, but the warmth didn't reach his eyes.
"The water is ready. Go take a shower."