CHAPTER 16
A week later, back in their apartment, Brooke and Kenneth lay in bed together, cuddled up and relaxed, passion spent.
“My mom called today,” Kenneth mentioned, “while you were at school. Were you really filing sheet music all that time?”
“You’d be shocked how long it takes. What did your mother say?” Brooke asked, knowing she cared entirely too much about the answer.
“She said she was glad to meet you, and you laid a lot of concerns to rest.”
“I’m surprised,” Brooke replied.
“Oh? Why’s that?”
“I mean, I essentially told her to mind her own business, remember?”
“Oh, yeah,” Kenneth said, grinning at the memory. “She told me you were strong. I guess that’s what she meant. I did tell you she would respect your boundaries, right?”
“Yes, you did,” Brooke agreed, “and you were
