Brooke took a bite of her sandwich, searching YouTube for recordings of Kenneth singing. She found a student recital and clicked on it, relaxing to the sound of his gorgeous voice.
Inside her desk, her cell phone began to chime.
Brooke sighed, paused the music and went digging for it, catching it just after the ringing stopped. Glancing at the screen, she realized it was her sister, so she quickly pressed the button to return the call. Autumn answered on the first ring.
“Hi, Sis,” Brooke said. “Sorry about the delay. My phone was in my desk.”
“I figured,” her sister replied, and Brooke could practically see her tossing her long mane of thick blond hair over her shoulder. “That’s why I didn’t go anywhere. I know your schedule pretty well by now.”
“I’m sure that’s true,” Brooke agreed.
