“If you’d be so kind to pull a card for me?” “Of course, Mr. Deverell,” she gave him a deliberate smile, one that he knew, one he’d seen on her face many times in bed. “What is it about?” He pushed his hands in his pockets, tilting his head to the side. “A woman I’m in love with.” Her heart stopped. So did her hands. She heard the gasps of the students around her, shocked that he of all people would say something like that, feel something like that.
