I look up at Harry and he's gazing at me, biting his lower lip. He really doesn't know what to say.
"So you two have a kid?" His father inquires, his eyes on me.
"We don't!" I reply without a second thought.
"Then whose shoes are these?"
"I think my niece left them here." I say innocently, shrugging like it's no big deal.
"Your niece stays here and Harry doesn't mind? I never imagined him being comfortable around kids."
I fight the urge to scoff. He sure is comfortable around Melissa.
"She doesn't stay here. She only came to visit, and no, Harry doesn't mind."
Harry stands still beside me, his hand clasping my waist to infinity, and I'm sure that he's getting entertained by our little exchange.
"How long have you two known each other?"
"A while." I lie, gazing up at Harry. He's
