CHAPTER TWELVE
Luke had always assumed that when he got married, his wife would be, well, around. He’d see her in the morning before they went to work. He’d see her in the evenings when they came home. They’d spend weekends together, or at least a few hours sitting together binge-watching some TV show.
But despite having gotten married two weeks ago, Luke barely saw Jocelyn. She was up at the c***k of dawn, and she came home by nine or ten p.m. She was either working or seeing her dad.
Luke should’ve been fine with the arrangement. They weren’t really married, in the true sense of the word. They weren’t even sharing a bedroom, for God’s sake. Now that she’d moved into his own apartment, Luke would’ve thought the forced proximity would’ve created more opportunities to get to know each ot
