This arrived the way trustworthy things arrive, a little at a time, earned, tested, built on a hundred small proofs.

By the time he stood in my studio with the yellow roses, I was not being swept off my feet.

I was simply, at last, saying yes to something I had already, carefully, come to be sure of.

He glanced at Theo asleep in the corner, and his face went soft, and then he looked back at me.

“So,” he said, and there was, for the first time since I’d known him, a trace of nervousness in the voice that had never once wavered in front of a cornered criminal.

“Now that the legal part is actually over — are you ever going to let me take you on a real date?