Amity looked up, her expression softening. "What did you do?"
"What was expected. Business school, internships at the company, the perfect trajectory for the perfect heir." Jake shrugged. "I still paint sometimes, when no one's watching."
"I'd like to see your work someday," she said quietly.
"I'd like that too." Jake hesitated, then added, "But only if you'll play for me again—not for an audience or critics or your father. Just for yourself."
The door behind them creaked, and they both turned to find Liam standing there, his expression unreadable.
"I thought I might find you here," he said to Amity, then nodded at Jake. "Your father is looking for you. He's quite... determined."
"Let him look," Jake replied, not moving from Amity's side.
Liam sighed, entering the room fully. "This
