He grabbed his computer bag and headed back to the house. How ridiculous that he was twenty-seven and still struggling with this. It made him feel stupid, and he knew he wasn’t stupid. At least not in other things, so why did this continue to cause him grief? The speech therapist his mother had hired had been confident that Ezreal would eventually move past his bad experiences. And yet, he still struggled when he was around a woman he didn’t know.
As he entered the house, he could hear the water running from the kitchen. Sara was singing softly as she worked. It was that old tune she’d sung for him on the porch the day he’d met her. She must like music from that era.
Ezreal slowly unzipped his bag so he could hear her better. She had a lovely singing voice and nearly perfect pitch. The few people who’d ever heard Ezreal sing had told him he had a good voice and had even suggested he should go to school just to sing in the choir. Right. With a female music teacher?
“Oh, I didn’t hear you come in.” Sara glanced at the door, a crease between her brows that made him think of Ryan’s comment about her not liking unexpected visitors. Why was that? She said, “I’m done here. What first?”
“It might be best if we watch our video first that summarizes the game. It’ll only take a few minutes and will help you understand some of the basics.”
“Perfect.” Sara indicated that he should take her desk chair, and she retrieved one from the dining room and sat beside him.
Ezreal then spent the most pleasant evening he’d ever experienced in the company of a woman. He recalled that first day when he’d thought Sara had been judging him—mockinghim. No. She was probably one of the least judgmental women he’d ever met.
And the most beautiful.
