Love's Deception by DC Renee

Author:DC Renee [Renee, DC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DC Renee
Published: 2020-01-26T18:30:00+00:00

“OLD HABITS,” NOLAN answered with a shrug.

It was funny the things you noticed when you shared a home with someone. Or maybe it was because when we were dating, I focused solely on our relationship, and when we were engaged, I focused on the wedding. And now that we were married, things had calmed down and I actually saw the details I missed before.

I mean I saw that Nolan put the toilet paper on backward when I had first started spending time at his place, but it wasn’t something I noticed. Yes, there was a difference. Seeing something and having it sink in were two different things. I saw that his socks always landed right next to the laundry basket instead of inside it, but I only noticed it after we were married. I didn’t care before, and suddenly, it annoyed me.

But then there were other things I had no need for before, so I didn’t even see them before. Take Nolan’s office. He had a home office, one he used quite often, and when he was working, I didn’t really bug him. I think that was mostly because when I was around, he made it a point not to work. And when he did, I got it, so I did my own thing, from painting my nails to reading to watching TV, even catching up on my own work.

I’d never had a reason to venture into his office before.

But now I did. And it wasn’t even that crazy of a reason. I was returning something I ordered online, and I needed to print the return label. So where the heck was the printer? In Nolan’s home office, of course.

I didn’t think it was a big deal if I used it. After all, it was now my home office too even though I did all my work at the kitchen counter on my laptop.

Except when I went to open the door, it was locked.

“Why the hell is it locked?” I mused out loud. Nolan wasn’t even in there. He was taking a shower. I guess I could sort of understand if he needed to close the door while he was working or maybe on an important call or something to block out any potential noise. But even then, why would he lock it?

I went back to the kitchen and did some other stuff on my laptop while I waited for Nolan to finish his shower. When he was out, I immediately asked, “Why is your office locked?”

“Why were you trying to go into my office?” he asked, and I was slightly taken aback by his accusing tone.

“I needed to print the return label for a shirt I ordered that didn’t fit,” I responded and even held up the shirt.

His rigid stance seemed to soften, which I didn’t understand at all, and he responded with, “Old habits.” And then he shrugged.

“What’s there to lock in the first place? From who? Me?”

“It’s just …” He paused, and I couldn’t help but feel like he was either trying to dumb down his response or create one.

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