They met seven years ago, outside this same theater. Devon was part of the sound crew working with Cirque du Soleil—the main act was scheduled to arrive later in the day to rehearse before the show began its run in Richmond, but the roadies were on site early to set up, Devon included. Acrobatics weren’t exactly his thing, though, and after a near misstep on a catwalk above the stage, he’d snuck out the backstage door for a quick smoke to calm his jangled nerves. Not for the first time, he swore to himself this would be the last aerial show he did. Sure, Cirque paid the bills, but he just couldn’t stomach those heights…
From where he leaned against the back of the building, he could see Harry across the street. The older man stood behind a small table that rocked on spindly legs as he pli
