Today’s Page Notes is a little taste from Pure Harmony, McKingley, Book #4. Enjoy.
She was alone, as far as he could tell, and unaware of his presence. Her long, thick black hair hung down to the middle of her back, clasped at the base of her neck by a simple barrette. She wore a long-sleeved coral shirt that complemented her skin tone. She moved in time with her playing.
Captivated, he continued closer until her face was clear. It was her. He’d never forget her face. The smooth skin, delicate features and large eyes framed by doubly thick curled lashes. She was slender with a tiny waist and breasts that, he recalled, fitted so perfectly in his hands.
He knew when she noticed she was no longer alone—her fingers faltered and eventually she halted playing. Her dark brown eyes flashed with reminiscent passion before it faded and her gaze cooled. A flush skated up her cheeks, though.
“That was beautiful,” he said, ignoring the powerful impulse to touch her.
Her cheeks reddened further. “Thank you.” She ducked her head. “What are you doing here?”
Not the issue at hand for him. “You left.” He fought a chill from the ice in her eyes. Then, like the passion, it vanished to leave behind a blank slate. His gaze moved to her hands, which remained on the keys, then back to her face. The signs were there. Blatant and obvious. She was about to bolt. He moved closer and watched her eyes grow wider.
“Harmony,” he said, her name falling familiarly from his lips.
“Excuse me, Jonathon. I must go.”
He reached out for her arm. She stilled beneath his touch. “Wait.”
He wasn’t sure but he’d been unable to get this woman out of his mind since their one date and night of shared passion. Jon felt a bit out of control and it disturbed him. He liked neat, orderly, controlled situations. Even in the courtroom, he was always as prepared as he could be to ensure surprise didn’t take him. She unsettled him, rattled him, but damn it, she visited him every single night in his dreams. Now he had her, he didn’t want to let her go.
“Let me take you to dinner.” When she hesitated, he added, “We’ve been out before.”
Her flush told him she recalled exactly what had happened on that date. How it had ended up—clothes strewn all over the floor and moans the only sounds in the room.
“Now, if you can leave.” His phone buzzed in his pocket and he ignored it.
Her soft, lyrical voice had the power to make him crazy with lust. He stared as she got to her feet and slid the bench in under the piano. She wore charcoal grey slacks that hugged her hips. As he observed her, he noticed she allowed her right hand to be swallowed up by her sleeve until just her unpolished nails were visible.
He waited for her to gather her stuff and walked slightly behind her as she made her way up to the door. Close enough so the gentle scent of gardenia could be smelt and far enough to ogle the natural, seductive sway of her hips.
They paused at the door leading outside and stared at the continuing downpour. He grumbled under his breath—getting soaked and ruining his suit were not in the plans of the day. He slanted a glance at Harmony and noticed the sparkle in her eyes as she gazed out over the campus.
“Perhaps we should wait it out,” he suggested.
Silent, she led the way to a small sitting area. He claimed the chair across from her. He couldn’t take his eyes from her.
“You’re staring,” she mumbled.
“I’m sorry. I can’t seem to help myself. You look so different than you did…that night.”
A small smile lifted one side of her mouth. “Teaching a music class is hardly the place to wear a cocktail dress.”
He grinned broadly. Perhaps not, but she’d looked damn good in it. “Why didn’t you tell me you were coming to McKingley to teach?”
She pursed her lips and glanced up when thunder rocked the building. “When exactly would I have done that? During our bidding war over the vase? Or after, in your hotel room?”
He flashed an arrogant grin. “So you do remember.”
Her brown eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”
Stretching out his legs, he made sure to touch her foot with his, craving the physical contact.
“I was here giving lectures all day. Over at the law building.”
“That’s right, you mentioned something about being an attorney.”
He was pleased she remembered. “Yes. How long have you been teaching music?”
She tensed, her entire body did. Her right hand completely disappeared inside her sleeve. Not for long, but he did notice.
“About a year or so.”
There was a story there. “Why were you so determined to get the vase?”
Her eyes sparked and he realised he’d just erred. Grievously. “Just because I’m not a lawyer doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate fine things.”
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