I went to meet an old friend for coffee. Male.
When I came back, Adrian was already home.
"Where were you?" he asked.
"Out."
"With who?"
"Why does it matter?" I challenged.
He clenched his jaw. "Because you're my wife."
I raised an eyebrow. "By contract."
He didn't reply, just walked to the window.
"I didn't like the way he looked at you."
Something in me smiled at that.
Maybe he cared more than he wanted to admit.