Letisha’s POV

“You have a package.”

I glanced up from my sewing machine just as Adrian entered the room with what I assumed was the package. The room was a den, but had somehow transformed itself into my new sewing room. It was currently overrun with sketching material, samples, fabric, and various patterns.

My husband was carrying a box large enough to cover half of his frame. Despite its dimensions, he seemed to be carrying it with little effort, so I ...