Oh, why not? Honoria acquiesced. We’ll do no. 1. She shook her head. Sarah was going to be furious. The piano part was especially difficult.
The amazing thing was, she didn’t look away. Her eyes held his, and he didn’t move, didn’t even breathe until the moment was broken by his cousin Harriet, jabbing at the dark-haired woman and presumably informing her that she’d missed her entrance.She never looked up again.
But Daniel watched her. He watched her through every flip of the page, every fortissimo chord. He watched her so intently that at some point, he even ceased to hear the music. His mind played its own symphony, lush and ful, sweeping toward a perfect, inevitable climax.Which it never reached. The spell was broken when the quartet slammed out its final notes and the four ladies stood to make their curtsies. The dark-haired beauty said something to Harriet, who was beaming at the applause as if she had been a player herself, and then took off so quickly Daniel was surprised she didn’t leave marks on the floor.No matter. He’d find her.
He moved quickly through the back halway of Winstead House. He’d sneaked out himself many times when he was a young man; he knew exactly which route He moved quickly through the back halway of Winstead House. He’d sneaked out himself many times when he was a young man; he knew exactly which route someone would take to escape undetected. And sure enough, he cut her off right before she rounded the last corner toward the servants’ entrance. She didn’t see him right away, though, she didn’t see him until—There you are, he said, smiling as if greeting a long-lost friend. There was nothing like an unexpected smile to set someone off balance.
She lurched with shock, and a staccato scream flew from her lips.
Good Lord, Daniel said, clamping a hand over her mouth. Don’t do that. Someone will hear you. He puled her against him—it was the only way to keep a firm grip over her mouth. Her body was small and slight against his, and shaking like a leaf. She was terrified.Of course I could. This is for you both. I hand him an envelope containing a check for a thousand dollars. There’s nothing better to make him feel like shit for excluding me than cold, hard cash. Congratulations.
He peeks inside the envelope and his eyes widen. Can I have a word? Tipping his head at the bar, he and I start toward it, leaving Brielle to wonder what’s going on.What the fuck is this? You’re trying to buy me off because you know I’m pissed about you and Macey? he asks, shoving the envelope in my face.
That’s a gift. Keep it. I’m happy for you that you’ve found someone worthy of your affections this time. It has nothing to do with my involvement with Macey. That’s the absolute truth.The bartender heads over and we each order a drink, trying to figure out this new wedge between us. I thought things would blow over, but it’s growing worse.