In their seven years together, what began with physical attraction and mutual lust has deepened into something more magical than anything in either Harry’s bag of tricks or Devon’s repertoire.
Love.
Officer Morris seems to be as charmed with Harry as Devon has always been. Her questions are directed to Harry only, with barely a glance in Devon’s direction, which is the way he likes it. If she doesn’t speak to him, he doesn’t have to lie to her. He keeps his hands on Harry’s shoulders, a gentle reminder of his closeness, and waits a little less than patiently for the moment when she’ll leave them alone. The child isn’t with them—Harry offers to let her look through the dressing room herself, but when he makes the suggestion, it sounds so absurd, Officer Morris declines with a nervous gigg
