Keep It Like a Secret

He regards her with interest, cool as the ice in his G&T. “What do you want?”

On close inspection, he's a bit deadly. It's the combined power of self-regard, an open ear, and a cunningly tailored suit.

Hermione wants—

“An expiration date would be nice.” She suctions up the watery dregs and signals for more. “Let’s say I want . . . a year. Exactly one year of monogamy without the possibility of further commitment."