Gunnar POV
By the time we reached the mansion, I was pretty sure the cello weighed more than Lily.
"How old were you?" I asked, shifting the case from one shoulder to the other.
"Seven."
"Seven year olds are stronger than I remember."
"It isn't the cello that's heavy."
"No?"
"The case."
"That's somehow worse."
"It has considerably more padding."
"I don't give a s**t what has more padding."
She smiled without looking at me. "I've noticed."
The others peeled off toward the house, but I followed Lily into the music room. Or maybe it was a sitting room. Honestly, every third room in this place had a grand piano, so who knew?
She set the case gently on the floor. For a long moment, she just looked at it. Like she wasn't sure whether opening it was a good idea.
I folded my arms. "W
