Devin felt as if he’d just stepped onto hot coals. One false move and the Tiffany-who-ran just might reemerge. Then he took some hope in that she’d come to him.
“You’ve been very careful to never mention her.”
“You told me not to think about my past, so I haven’t. Or very little.”
He decided it wasn’t simplicity that made her speak this way sometimes, nor was it some complex set of defense mechanisms. Devin thought back to a few nights before when they had been lying together in bed, watching the light of the moon that shone through the yurt’s clear dome slowly sweep across the room.
“It’s like a celestial searchlight,” Tiffany had whispered in awe.
It had reminded him of the searchlights at the party for CMC’s latest skyscraper. They had lit up the sky in celebration. Reds, blues, an
