Chapter 34

When the last note sounded, Harley gave no indication they’d reached a conclusion. Rather, he kept his violin at his chin and passed Jennalee a look she immediately understood and she began the treasured adagio, the playful exuberance dissolving into a now fluid warmth. When she found Harley’s eyes had not closed but remained fixed upon her, she kept with him, their connection now demanding acknowledgement that made the entire Oak Room and all its contents, its beamed ceilings and windowed wall, irrelevant. Two silent figures who had slipped into the edge of Jennalee’s peripheral vision went unacknowledged.

Jennalee didn’t particularly want to stop with the adagio but found herself unable to proceed to the presto. Her hands remained where the movement left them, everything hushed inside her in a rare peaceful interlude. Harley, who had lowered his violin, simply waited.