By the time Delilah stepped out of the bedroom ready for work, she saw Hunter waiting for her, fully dressed with his tie knotted to perfection. He stood casually by the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, the morning light casting a golden hue over his impeccably tailored suit.
She narrowed her eyes, her lips forming a thin line. "You could knot your tie this whole time?" she asked, expecting him to deny it and tell her he had learned from watching her in the last two days.
To her annoyance, he grinned. "Of course, I can. Thanks for doing it though," he said and laughed when she closed her eyes, as though she was mentally counting to ten.
"I can see the steam rising from the top of your head. I hope you don't implode. Let it all out, my love," Hunter teased. Without a word, Delilah opened her eyes, shot him a withering glance, and headed for the door.
