Page 10 of The 7 Rules of Moving On
“Piano mostly. Guitar too.”
He was hoping she’d say piano. “What a coincidence.” Picking up her glass, he got to his feet. “All right, Mozart, follow me.”
“Wait, where are you taking my beverage?”
Locking the door of the bar behind them, he led her down the hallway toward the foyer.
“It’s late, so you’ll need to be quiet, but we never have anyone here who can play it. It pretty much sits there collecting dust.”
“Whoa,” she whispered when they rounded the corner to the nook where the baby grand piano sat.
“It was my grandmother’s,” he told her, trying not to stare at the way her lips had parted slightly.
“This is amazing. I never get to play on anything this nice.” Her fingertips skated reverentially over the glossy black lid. “All I have in my apartment is an electronic keyboard.”
“Do you take requests?” he asked.
“I can try,” she replied, sliding onto the bench.
“Play me the Big Bobby’s Tires song.”
She snorted, flipping him the bird.
“I’m kidding. Play whatever you want.”
“Hmm,” she murmured thoughtfully, settling her fingers over the keys. “How about this one?” When her fingers started to move, the room filled with the sweetest melody, warm as summertime.
He slid onto the bench next to her, entranced by the graceful movements of her fingers, her hands, her wrists.
“It’s Satie,” she said.
“It’s beautiful.”
“I know.”
Reaching out, he dared to run his fingers through a strand of her hair. It was soft as silk. “You are more beautiful.”
The notes faded away as she stopped playing. She turned to face him.
He dropped his hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have distracted you like that. I—”
When she reached out to cup his cheek, her thumb dragging a little over his lower lip, he wondered if he was dreaming. Her eyes, blue as glacier ice, drifted down to land on his mouth.
Was he about to get kissed?
She licked her lips, and his heart hammered the daylights out of his ribs. He closed his eyes, held his breath, waited…but instead of her lips on his, he felt a hand pushing against his chest.
“Shit! I can’tbelieveI almost did that!”
His eyes flew open. “Wait? Did what? What did you almost do?”
“I almost broke a rule,” she said with a sigh.
“What rule?” he asked, desperate to kiss her.
“The wingwoman can’t hook up.”
“I didn’t see that rule written on the card.”
