Chapter 114

• The afternoon classes drew to a close, and Monica collected her satchel, then she drove home, called her father, showered and changed into jeans and a top, took some fruit and bottled water from the kitchen, and settled down in the bedroom to mark homework assignments.
• It was there Harry found her, and he stood for a moment, noting her level of concentration, the reading glasses that had slid part-way down her pert little nose…the way she bit her lip when a student resorted to idioms instead of grammar.
• She was something else. His. In a way no other woman could ever be.