Chapter 42
The bliss of the Dino Burrito and the handcrafted jewelry lasted exactly twenty-four hours.
Sunday night, Lina and Philip had settled onto her sofa, their shopping bags piled haphazardly near the door, their energy mellowed by the day’s simple pleasures. They were re-watching an old documentary on Cold War espionage, Philip’s arm comfortably draped across her shoulders, her head resting against his chest. It was a perfect, quiet ending to an ideal, loud weekend. They had been discreet for months, living their professional lives by day and their private lives in the sanctuary of their own spaces by night. The thrill of the secrecy had long faded, replaced by the simple, enduring joy of finally being together. But a professional secret, especially one involving a partner and a p
