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“I’ve got some deliveries coming up, that’s why Lucie and your mom are helping…” She’s pleading, half begging me to continue, half begging me to behave.

And she makes me crumble.

The shop is a success, so I let her go. Reluctantly.

Harry didn’t think the place would be so… loved. I did. She does insanely beautiful things with flowers. She can make them look like they belong at the Met, at a funky art show in Williamsburg, or at a wedding for the Central Park West club. She’s got a gift and she doesn’t even know how good she is. She just does it because she loves it.

And men come in, too. They like the name. And their wives and girlfriends—or boyfriends—love flowers from Dirty Harry’s.

She still helps women. I don’t think she can stop. But I feel better about it now. Father Luigi’s still at the church with her, part of her efforts, as far as I know. But now I can protect my wife, watch her, keep her safe.

Her dark-blond hair slips a little from her clip, cascading down her back, a wave catching on the choker.

My cock throbs but I ignore it. “Harry.”

She looks at me.

“You’re the light in my darkness.”

Her eyes sparkle and she comes to me with a flower in her hand. “And you’re mine.”

I’m not, but the magic of Harry is she makes me feel that way.

I take the flower.

Love. Life. Harry.

It’s all I need.