Roman cut the call and then looked around the kitchen.
Why was he suddenly second-guessing this? It was what he wanted. She was on her way so he had to get his shit together. There was no turning back now.
But this was happening sooner than he expected. The furniture wasn't even there yet. He'd thought it would take a few more days of this before she broke and came looking for him, not the very same day their picture got splashed in every paper and magazine.
He walked over to the kitchen island and gathered up the newspapers and magazines he had been looking at. He stuffed everything into a drawer to get rid of another time.
He was sure he hadn't left anything incrementing lying around but he did a quick walkthrough just in case. At least the cleaners had come. The whole house was spotless, ready for the fixtures and fittings to be added.