Chapter 61: Home
Chapter 61
Cameron
I swipe my keycard and push open the door, the weight of the day hanging heavy on my shoulders. Now I understand why wolves hate the city.
It’s too loud. Not just a little loud—relentlessly, obnoxiously loud. Cars honking, sirens wailing, humans shouting. My ears never get a break. And the scents...
In the past two weeks, I’ve learned far more about my employees than I ever wanted to know. The "mysteriously paired" lunch breaks, the sudden change in perfume, the way two people come back smelling suspiciously alike—sometimes even when one of them is wearing a wedding ring.
Not my business.
I step into the penthouse and let the door seal shut behind me.
The scent of home hits me—Lenora, warm and sharp, laced with the mouthwatering perfume of roasted chicken. No trace of Ronan’s chaotic energy anywhere. I can’t sense him.
Good.
I kick off my shoes in the entryway and toss my briefcase onto the living room chair. Normally, I’d sink right into it, but my suit smells like outside, and there’s no way I’m putting that stench into my furniture. I head straight for the laundry room, loosening my tie.
"A bit mean that you don’t say hello to your mate when you’re home," a voice calls from the doorway.
I glance up.