CHAPTER 43
“SO THIS IS REALLY WHERE you practice?” Greg asked. “I’m surprised you don’t get claustrophobic.”
They were in the small cry room of the church, where Greg insisted Katrina give him a demonstration of what she’d been learning.
Greg sat down in the rocking chair. “Wait a minute. You don’t sway around when you sing as much as you do when you play your violin, do you? Because otherwise I need to go put on some protective gear. It would be hard to explain to the elders how I got a black eye.”
He flashed a smile, but Katrina was too nervous to return it. Didn’t he know how much she hated to be put on the spot, especially with her music? That’s why performing on her violin for the church had been so unbearable, why she’d rather stop playing at all than create music to meet someone
