Harry POV
Rose was due to returned back from her San Diego trip and still no call or an e-mail. Harry was getting frustrated with Rose deliberately avoiding him and at the same time harry knew that she needs space to absorbed herself in the situation that she is now a married woman.
I wanted to surprise Rose because today she would be moving in and he needs a female mind and what better person to asked then his sister Gwen.
Harry pulled out his phone and dial Rose number.
“Hello Rose.”
“Hi Harry?” Rose had the most amazing bed room voice ever.
“How was your trip?”
“It was great and fun, so yeah. So how are you doing?”
“I am doing just fine thank, yeah listen, I would hoping to pick you up at your place and head out for dinner?” How do I tell her that, I miss the fact that she is not at home.
“I am not sure about dinner because I am working late on a case.”
“Okay, well I would see you at home ok.”
“Yeah sure. Bye harry.”
“Bye Rose.”
This is bad, I can’t even have a full on conversation with some one that is my wife. That is pathetic even for my cold-heart self. Well next is plan B, call Gwen.




Mel POV
The reaction at work was better, Mel decided. Mostly because she just lied through her teeth. She’d learned her lesson with her family. She needed embellish the story to sound more romantic and wonderful and well. But work was important, she reasoned. He colleagues and employee needed to respect her. So she pleaded for her privacy, true love, and whatever it took to get people to look at her with amusement and genuine caring, rather than with horror at what she’d managed to get herself into. Rhoda was particularly enthralled. “OH my goodness, Mel. He is absolutely gorgeous. You dark horse, you. So this is why you’ve been working at high speed lately- so you could get home to that man. Wow. I completely get it.”
Mel laughed. “He is something else all right. Hey, can you get me Aries’ file when you have a chance?”
“So you thought about it?”
“Yep, sure did.”
The one thing left was to inform Harry about my decision. That would be interesting.After the conversation with harry last night, Mel was feeling the combination of dread and stone-cold fear at the thought of moving in with him.
On Friday night, Mel again pulled up in front of Harry’s house and looked up at the imposing structure. She noted the lack of anything but homey about it. It was cold and unwelcoming, much like the man who owned it. Her husband, she thought wryly.
Mel climbed out of the car than made her way to the large and very intimidating front door. She rang the doorbell and waited, gripping to her hand luggage nervously. When Harry pulled open the door, Mel eyes widened in surprise. He was dressed in an old pair of sweats, with an obviously well-loved t-shirt clinging to his oh-so-defined abdomen. When he just stood there, clearly amused by her staring at him, she came to her sense and asked, “What no tie?”
He raised an eyebrow in a way that Mel envied, and then looked down at her and her luggage. He took her luggage from her and head straight in the house toward the stairs indicting that Mel should follow him. “Your bedroom is upstairs-the first door to the right.”
Mel took a deep breath. “Okay thanks, Harry. I can take my luggage up. It not necessary.”
“Maybe not. But I want to help you anyway.”
Mel nodded. There was no point in fighting over this, especially when he is trying to be nice. “Ok. Thanks. I’ll just go up and lie down. Long day at work today.”
I walked into my room and I was surprised. The room was neat but missing colours to make it feel homier. It has a deck that has stairs down into the yard. When things get tough at home with harry this right here would be my refuge to escape his coldness.It had a huge bathroom and a walk-in-closet. The sooner her head hit the bed, Mel was fast asleep.


Harry POV
Harry walked into Rose room, and she was fast asleep. He quickly drops the luggages on the fall before attending to Rose. He gently pushes her to the centre of the bed and covers her with the quilt. She looks so peaceful with no worries. He hates the fact that he was the reason for her worries. Harry had to fight the urge to touch her or kiss her goodnight. But he signed a contract with no emotions attached. He quickly made his way down stairs to the now cold food. He informed the house help a clear to foods off the table. He went into the bar and poured himself double scotch.He needed the scotch to dilute his new found obsession, because putting his wife to bed every night was bound to pain him.