Oh no.
I am thoroughly screwed if I want to keep taking this class.
“Yes?” I squeak.
I just need to hold my breath until I leave the room.
“So, you’re Avery’s younger sister,” he says, grinning. It’s only then that I notice his dimples.
Yup, I’m going to have to drop this class.
Maybe I’ll take piano instead.
“That’s me,” I say dumbly. “In the flesh.”
He lifts a dark, sculpted eyebrow, and I’m rooted in place.
My heart beats wildly in my chest, and fire rushes through my veins.
“Nice to meet you,” he says simply, as if unaware of the war inside my mind and body. “Avery said great things about you.”
“I would hope so. I’m his favorite sister, after all.”
His eyes brighten even more, and my inner Omega swoons.
“He said something along those lines, too,” he chuckles. “So, why guitar? Why not—” he motions with his hand—“any other instrument or art?”
I was right. Thereisa cat on his wrist!
A beautiful Siamese cat face, with dark ears and piercing blue eyes.
The tattoo is lovely. Subtle, but stunning with its ink.
It almost distracts me from his question.
“Do you ask all your students that?” I frown, not knowing the correct answer for him.
Oh, yeah. Everyone around me thinks I need something to keep me from bouncing off the walls.
I work at a cat rescue and apparently need to be doing more with my life besides that.
“No, but Avery said this was your only class, and I was curious.”
“Oh.”
I stare at the cat face on Fang’s wrist, wondering if I can find the answer—or at least one that will make sense.
“I’m looking for something new,” I say. “Something to add more color to my life. More joy.”
That’s the best way I can explain why I’m here without giving him the ridiculous backstory behind it.
He seems taken aback by my answer. “You’re in the right place, then,” he says. “Music can do that.”
But his surprise morphs into another smile, this time gentler but just as devastating.
Whydoes he have to smell and look likethat?
“I like your cat tattoo,” I blurt, and he looks down at his wrist, his lip quirking.
