My fingers start moving onto something new, and there are no lyrics for this song, just memories.
The first notes are soft. Hesitant. A question.
Then a rise.
A staccato catch.
A breath pulled too tight.
My left hand presses harder against the keys, chasing the way she arched into me, the way her voice broke on the edge of my name.
No lyrics. Just tempo.
It builds without warning.
Sharp. Urgent. Uncontrolled.
Then, sudden silence.
Because that’s how she ended, and I can finally let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
I look at her across the room. Her face is flushed.
I start to say something, when a door slams, and a very flushed Meg, followed by two rumpled Earls.
I will save this conversation for when we have privacy.
I rise and hold my hand out to her as we follow the bickering trio into the kitchen.
Chapter one hundred twelve
Remy
I take my readers off and rub where the bridge has irritated my skin. If I smoked, I would be on the patio right now. Erik playing that has given me too many ideas.
I look past the Earls and Meg and give Erik an intense look. He responds with a nod. We are on the same page.
I untuck my shirt and let it fall loose down past my waist and move over to the cabinet where we keep the whiskey.
“Yes please,” David says when he sees the bottle in my hand.
“Make it a double,” James finishes.
Screw it, I pull out six glasses and make the pours.
Passing out the glasses, we all take a fortifying sip. The Earls are already pulling out dinner. He made a jambalaya and cornbread. The jambalaya is always best the next day, once the flavors set in.
They start reheating as I walk over to curl my arm around Tianna’s waist. I reach over and nip her ear. “What did you two get up to in there?” I whisper.
“I was as surprised as you, that’s all on him,” she mutters.
I bark out a laugh. I never thought I would see the day when something distracted Erik from a composition.
He shoots me a scowl. I just laugh harder.
Tianna snorts and leans into my side, her free hand reaching out to pull Erik closer by his belt buckle.
“Can we get back to this later? When we‘re alone? I want to find out what’s going on with Meg,” she murmurs.
