Chapter 12
Saturday, October 4, 2014
2:10 p.m.
“If this gets any better, I’ll be enrolling you to play with the New York Philharmonic,” said Hannah as she climbed down the stairs.
“Practice is never enough.” Markus stood up from the piano and moved his arms and hands in a couple of stretching exercises. The motion concealed a smile of self-derision. His frustrated body had instantly lurched to attention as his gaze slid down her tall, slender form perfectly revealed by her casual jeans and royal-purple sweater. And his mouth would have to get intimate with an intriguing birthmark on the upper curve of her right breast soon, lest he go crazy. “You look beautiful.”
So do you. He looked like he had stepped right out of a page from GQ with a green sweater stretched over his broad shoulder
