I’m Tied Up Right Now
Nicole pushed the key into the door of hers and Steve’s house and let herself in. “Hey, babe, I’m home!”
His response was muffled. “Hi, babe. I’m in here.”
She sighed. Even without asking, she knew where “here” was. The damn office. Or, more accurately, the spare room that Steve had turned into a computer geek’s wet dream. She’d accepted, when they’d moved in, that it would take a while for him to get things set up. It was his home office, so it had to be right. But unfortunately, it had turned into a job that was never finished. Everything was functioning, apparently, but he always seemed to be in there, replacing motherboards and hard drives, adding more RAM—she barely saw him.
After passing through to the kitchen, she put her bag down on the worktop and flicked
