The doorbell rang just as Belle was pulling her hair into a messy bun. She padded barefoot across the hardwood floor, tugging open the door only to freeze in place. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so when she swung the door open, the last person she expected to see was him.

Her mouth actually dropped.

She didn't recognize him at first and then it clicked.

For a second, her brain refused to connect the boy she remembered with the man standing in front of her.

“Hey,” Harry said, leaning lazily against the doorframe, one hand shoved into his pocket. His voice was deeper than she remembered, smooth, edged with something that...