Page 41 of A Love Song for Dreamers

“Is that why he married Haley?” Her mouth rounds. “I didn’t mean it the way itsounds.”

But I’m laughing. “Exactly.”

I reach for the door and head inside. Tyler’s on the other side of the soundproof glass, arms folded as he listens to the guy that must be my dad’s new protégé play his guitar into themic.

The levels bouncing on the computer screen tell me they’re recordingsomething.

My attention is all onTyler.

He’s gorgeous and breathtaking, and parts of me that felt like they were asleep these past months are suddenly awakeagain.

The kid catches us watching and grins, cocky. His attention still on us, he messes up and Tyler shifts off the wall and jerks the door between us. “Get out,” he says to theboy.

“Jaxwouldn’t—”

“I don’t care what Jax would. You have a problem, you can go take it up with him. But I promise you, he gives less fucks than Ido.”

The kid stalks out the door, kicking a wall on theway.

Tyler emerges next, and he’s more frustrated than hischarge.

I know the feeling. Since Ian’s voicemail, I’m on edge, ready to rip intosomeone.

Tyler’s gaze warms as he spots me. I resist the urge to run my hands over my clothes before his attention lands on the cup in myhands.

“You brought me apresent.”

His words strokes over my skin, tugs between mythighs.

“Assuming you take it more cream than coffee, yes. It’s a thank you for using the piano in your office. Which isn’t technically your office, but I wanted to be polite. I thought you might not even be here given you have that benefit concert in LA tomorrownight.”

“I’m leaving in the morning.” He hits a few keystrokes on the computer setup,frowning.

“But you’re comingback?”

Not that I care. I’m beingpolite.

“The day after. When’d you use thepiano?”

“I’m about to.” I take a sip of my coffee and make a face. “The coffee’s a bitcold.”

“I’ll microwave it for you!” Shay grabs the second cup from me and dashes out toward thekitchenette.

When she’s gone, I say, “You’ve got yourself a fanclub.”

Tyler shakes his head. His mouth curves in a gorgeous half smile as he finishes working on the computer. “The girl knows music. But my heart’sunavailable.”

My chest caves in alittle.

Tyler let me in once. The idea he hasn’t let anyone in since feelstragic.

My hand strays to one of the buttons in front of us and Tyler’s fingers close over mine. “Don’t touch myboard.”

“You used to like it when I touched yourboard.”

His eyes darken, in arousal or warning or hell, maybeboth.

Pen’s words come back tome.

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