"Play something.", she whispered.
He hesitated. But then, he pressed a key. Then another.
The melody was unpolished. Raw and schimg, like an old scar finding it's rhythm again.
And Tessa, for once, just sat quietly and listened.
The notes flew natural. Gentle at first, but gradually gained fire, reigning down all the emotions he had bottled up for ages.
He hadn't played since he lacked a reason to, but even now, he wasn't dusty.
The sound of the doorbell brought his music to a halt. "I'll get the door."
There was a knock at the door. For some reason, Roy had sent the staffs on a vacation.
Tessa opened the door and immediately wished she hadn't.
Cole Carter stood there, crisp in a tailored suit, holding a box of expensive whiskey. The kind of man who smiled with his teeth but n
