“People know we work together,” I said to Harry. “They’ve seen us together. You’ve been in the background of hundreds of photos of me. They'll believe it.” I turned to Rex. “We'll divorce immediately after the stories are planted. And anyone who blames you for cheating on me with Joy, which we can’t deny for obvious reasons, will realize it’s a victimless crime. Because I was doing it to you, too.” “This actually isn’t a terrible idea,” Rex said. “Well, it makes both of us look bad,” I said. “Sure,” Rex said. “But it will sell tickets,” Harry said. Rex smiled and then looked me right in the eye, put out his hand, and shook mine. kk * “NO ONE’S GOING to believe it,” Harry said as we drove to the tennis club later that morning. “People in town, at least.” “What do you mean?” “You and me. There are a lot of people who will dismiss it right out of hand.” “Because...” “Because they know what I am. I mean, I’ve considered doing something like this before, maybe one day even taking a wife. God knows it would make my mother happy. She’s still sitting there, in Champaign, Illinois, desperately wondering when I'll find a nice girl and have a family. I would love to have a family. But too many people would see through it.” He looked at me briefly as he drove. “Just as I’m afraid too many people will see through this.” I looked out my window at the palm trees swaying at their tops. “So we make it undeniable,” I said. The thing I liked about Harry was that he was never one step behind me. “Photos,” he said. “Of the two of us.” “Yeah. Candids, looking like we’ve been caught at something.” “Isn’t it easier for you just to pick someone else?” he said.