Shaun grinned. “And you’re a lot more than this sheriff expected.”
“We should go,” she started.
“Wait. I have something I want you to hear. It’s a melody that’s been in my head for a while. I’ve written a few songs, but there aren’t any words to this one. At least not yet.” He waited for her nod, then closed his eyes.
As had always happened before, the notes, strung together as if on the moonbeams that slanted through the wall of windows, floated from the strings. He swayed slightly, knowing where the melody would end, and anticipated the cutoff with sadness. The third time through the opening riff, his hand moved on the fretboard, the pick hit the right strings, and the song continued. Shaun opened his eyes and found Fiona staring at him. He played it over again from the beginning, inc
