ADRIAN adjusted in his seat, the earlier tension from Amelia’s call temporarily forgotten.
“Returning?” He found his voice.
“Yes, sir. In three days’ time, sir,” George repeated calmly. “Our tickets have been booked. We should arrive by Thursday evening.”
Adrian let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding.
“Thursday?” he echoed. “That is… that is good news, George.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“You have no idea how chaotic things have been without you,” Adrian admitted, leaning back into his chair. “I have been practically living on junk. Takeout every other night. I’m honestly tired.”
George chuckled softly from the other end of the line.
“That doesn’t sound like you, sir.”
“Oh, it is very much me these days,” Adrian replied dryly. “I tried hiring housekeepers on a daily basis
