This is where the plot really kicks in. I don't think there'll be any more "onscreen" sex after this point. (After eight chapters, I was out of sex acts, anyways.)
* Neither Harry nor Ghost were quite certain what to do when the doorbell rang.
Harry answered the door, while Ghost stayed out of sight. She could only hear snatches of speech--more from Harry than from the visitor, as his voice was louder. ". . . Doing here . . . unacceptable . . . left in peace . . ."
As she crept towards the door, the other voice grew clearer. "I know you hate me," Neil said, "and I understand why. But I have no one else to ask--Leila's the only one who can help me."
Let him in,
she called out.
I want to hear what he has to say.
"Looks like it's your lucky day, Neil," Harry said. "Come in, and make it quick."
Ghost came out from hiding as Harry shut the door. Neil stared at her for longer than was entirely comfortable. "You really are Leila," he said.
Not exactly
, she replied.
But close enough.
Harry translated: "She calls herself Ghost now."
"Before I ask anything, I want you to know I'm sorry. For everything. I've . . . sort of got a boyfriend now. He's kind of like you."