Listening to him play was like discovering an eagle in the wild. It was tumblingly bewitching. She could feel and hear genius—she knew it.
“Blake.” She didn’t have to say more.
He locked his emerald eyes on hers, and she could not look away. Not for anything. He let his happy song trickle into a more intimate one.
Blake’s fingers moved as he held her gaze. “I wrote this one while we danced the other night,” he said softly.
The music washed over her. It changed her. Refreshed her. Made her more than she was. Blake stood and twisted the keyboard around, still playing with one hand. He motioned for her with the other. She nearly ran. He scooped her up with one arm and set her on the table next to the keyboard.

Author: Debra Anastasia