She got off and leaned it against the house. He was right; it was a very secluded place, and no one could see the bike from the road. No one had any reason to come up the driveway, and she’d stopped bothering to lock it a few days ago. It was safe where it was. She opened the kitchen door with her key and let herself in. The sounds of Jeremy playing the piano filled the air. “Hi, honey, I’m home,” she called out, relishing the normalcy of it. She didn’t feel that life with Jeremy was at all normal, but she did feel like she was home. She hadn’t slept at her apartment in the weeks since he had taken her home. It was more convenient to her current job. And every evening she came home to her own personal concert. She didn’t get an answer, and that made her frown. She was already on edge. She had thought it would be interesting to surprise him, but her appointment at the hairdresser’s had made her late. Surprising him no longer seemed a great idea. What if he hated her hair?
