Diane’s POV

“Alright. Can you have it delivered to my house?”

“Of course.”

“I’ll text you the address.”

I end the call, my fingers flying across the screen to send the address to Elise. I feel Jason’s gaze on me but I refuse to meet it.

“What was that about?” he asks, his voice deceptively calm.

“Work stuff,” I say, looking at him briefly before returning to my phone

“And it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” He raises a brow, the picture of casual inquiry.

“You’re so nosy, you know,” I sigh, finally looking up.

“You’re my wife. So no, I’m not nosy. I’m concerned.”

“Contracted wife,” I say sharply and...