Chapter Two
“You look like crap.”
Winter half-grinned at her student and her friend. “Always such a silver-tongued devil. Thank you.”
Joseph Matts, his hair coaxed up into a Mohican, shrugged. “Sorry, boo, but it’s unusual for you to look bad, so it’s more noticeable.” He checked himself. Joseph was bipolar and sometimes spoke his mind without thinking. “Sorry. I meant that as a compliment.”
Winter’s smile was wide now. “I know, honey.” She rubbed his back. Joe was one of the few people she could stand to be around, which was why she considered him her friend as well as a paying student.
Joe was around her age, maybe even a little older, and was a sensational musician. He was way past what Winter would consider as needing lessons, but the truth was, she knew Joe felt comfortable with
