CHAPTER 67
AN HOUR LATER, WITH Miles still refusing to let her help clean up, Katrina sat at his small table while he put the leftovers away. She couldn’t believe how long she’d talked. It was a good thing they’d agreed to work on instrumentals next. Her voice had been strained even before they spent all of lunch break discussing her childhood, her music, and most of all her mother.
“She kind of sounds like a freak.” It didn’t take long for Miles to reach his conclusion.
When the table was clear, he gave her the smile that had grown so familiar. “You ready for round two?”
She nodded.
“Ok, and you just tell me when you’re tired and ready to call it a day, all right?”
“I will.” She had never been so ready to pull out her violin. Ready to give her vocal cords a break and let her instrum
