Chapter 15

“Look! A piano!” I gasped playfully, as though it had magically appeared. “Maybe you should give it some love?”

My da laughed and shook his head at my antics. Then he turned his attention to Deacon. “We’d be honored if you’d play for us, son.”

Deacon nodded and crossed the room.

“Just not too much or for too long. Okay? Your hand.”

He smiled at me, and affection brimmed in his eyes. “I know my limits.”

I held his gaze and nodded. When he turned back to the piano, I followed my grandfather into the kitchen. Before the door even swung shut, I heard the opening notes of “O Holy Night.” The piano was slightly out of tune, but Deacon made it sound good. I couldn’t stop the smile.

“I see the watch worked.”

I snapped my gaze to Grandda’s. “Umm…what now?”

He scowled, but there was no heat in it. “I told you it would help sort out your life. And it seems it has. That Deacon lad? You were seeing each other once, aye?”