Crois smiled. “Your’e a shrewd woman, honey. I like the way you think.”
Harmony agreed and added a comment before stepping out of the stairwell. “I like the way you kiss.”
NINETEEN
HARMONY
After the weddingand the run-in with not-so-drunk but still crazy Veronica Catalano in their apartment building, things between Crois and Harmony were moving rather quickly. Like the old steam train at the museum in her home town. It took a bit for the train to get going, but once it did, it felt like it managed to cover ground.
They made the most out of what time they could cobble together.
With Pilar on her honeymoon, someone, and by someone, they didn’t mean Kate, had put Crois on some kind of schedule that made him a floating officer. He was filing in spots at three different precincts around Center City.
No matter what Kate did or said, they couldn’t fix it.
And Crois was still working out and training for the charity boxing matches.
He sometimes came back to the apartment building and barely had time for a hug and a kiss before falling into bed, but it was those moments that Harmony felt meant the most.
The fact that he chose to see her when he was so near to dropping down in exhaustion, that showed how much she meant to him.
And he was becoming just as dear to her.
She’d already put in for some vacation time after the charity boxing match. Kate had worked with her to find a way to get Crois off at the same time so Harmony could surprised him with a trip somewhere.
Harmony hadn’t figured that out yet.
She was still getting used to that bossy thing.
She blushed remembering what being bossy had gotten her so far.
A lot of kissing and some fun with her hands, exploring… well, exploring.
“Hey, you’re Crois’ woman, right?”
Harmony turned her head to look in the direction of the voice.
And older man wearing a thick cardigan and a knit cap was walking toward her. He gave her a once over.
“Never thought that Crois would settle on one. He always seemed to… bounce around too much.”
The older man walked around her in a circle and looked her over.
“I don’t get more interesting,” she explained. “I’m just what you see.”
The man stopped and met her gaze.
A moment later he smiled. “Now, I get it.”
Harmony felt her molars grinding together, so much so that she swore she could almost hear it. “Get what?”
“He isn’t with you because of anything stupid, you know. Crois sees in you all that’s really important.”
Harmony felt like his words put her a little off balance.
She’d expected something silly or… chauvinistic.
Instead, this guy who spent most of his life teaching men to beat the living shit out of each other was either profound or a romantic at heart.
