Besides, they could probably hire a housekeeper-slash-cook for what they spent eating out.
“So…” Carmen sounded a little off so Melody turned to look at her to see what was wrong. “Do I call you Aunt Melody now? Because if that’s what you want, it’s going to be awful weird. I never thought of that before when I was practically throwing my uncles at you, but now it just seems strange.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Carmen.” Melody felt her face heat. Sure, Carmen wasn’t here when she and Mitch did the nasty, but it wasn’t hard to figure out they’d done it, especially since her uncle stayed in the room with her all night.
That thought made her wonder where Wyatt spent the night and she frowned. Melody knew she had no right to be jealous because she had spent the night with Mitch, but she found out the hard way that an incarnation of the green monster did live inside her after all.
“Where’s Wyatt?” Melody couldn’t stop herself, she just had to ask. She took a large gulp of her coffee complete with creamer just to prove to anyone watching that she wasn’t jealous.
“He’s out swimming laps.” Carmen grinned as Melody downed the rest of her coffee in record time. “Mitch and I are going to go to our apartment and pick up our clothes. He wants you to stay here with Wyatt so your stalker can’t get a gander at you.”
“I can’t stay here.” Melody felt the blood rush from her face as she felt panic well up inside her. “My violin! Where’s my violin? Oh, my God! I didn’t even think about it last night.” She dashed toward the bedroom intent on getting dressed in her evening gown to go in search of her precious instrument.
“Holy cow, Melly,” Carmen said from behind her. “Do you think I would just let them carry you from the auditorium without your violin?” She moved to the closet next to the front door. “Here it is.” She opened the door, reached in and pulled out Melody’s violin case. “It fell on the ground, but I didn’t check it. We were more worried about you. Then I forgot.”
Carmen’s forgetfulness was understandable. She didn’t have an almost three-hundred year-old Strad to worry about. Taking the case, Melody knelt and opened it.
“Thank goodness it’s all right.” She closed the case and stood. Storing the instrument back in the closet, Melody hugged Carmen. “Thanks for looking out for it for me.”
“I knew losing it would kill you. Besides, what are best friends for?”
“We’re still best friends?” Melody felt a lump form in her throat. She wasn’t sure what to think or do. With Carmen’s uncles liking her and all, she wasn’t sure what Carmen’s reaction would be.
“Of course we are, you noob!” Carmen dragged her out to the swimming pool where Melody watched Wyatt swim a few laps before she remembered to close her mouth. “I don’t believe they have a swimming pool up here.”
Carmen shrugged. “It’s no different than other buildings having their pools on their roof. This is a penthouse, you know. “Besides, it’s just a lap pool. It’s not like it’s Olympic sized or anything.”
“Stop reminding me about the cool stuff they have. The last thing I need to be thinking about is the fact that your uncles are filthy rich.”
“And you have a Strad. What does that make you? I know you know exactly how much that instrument is worth. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Carmen was right, but Melody never looked at it that way. It wouldn’t make her rich, because she would never sell it. It was too much a part of her to even think about selling it. Instead, her Strad cost her money every day to keep the insurance up on it and the insurance wasn’t cheap.
“Are you ready to go, Carmen?” Mitch asked from the doorway.
Melody turned, her face heating in a blush when he winked at her.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He trotted over to give her a kiss. “Carmen and I are going to go to the store for more groceries after we stop
“So…” Carmen sounded a little off so Melody turned to look at her to see what was wrong. “Do I call you Aunt Melody now? Because if that’s what you want, it’s going to be awful weird. I never thought of that before when I was practically throwing my uncles at you, but now it just seems strange.”
“Don’t be ridiculous, Carmen.” Melody felt her face heat. Sure, Carmen wasn’t here when she and Mitch did the nasty, but it wasn’t hard to figure out they’d done it, especially since her uncle stayed in the room with her all night.
That thought made her wonder where Wyatt spent the night and she frowned. Melody knew she had no right to be jealous because she had spent the night with Mitch, but she found out the hard way that an incarnation of the green monster did live inside her after all.
“Where’s Wyatt?” Melody couldn’t stop herself, she just had to ask. She took a large gulp of her coffee complete with creamer just to prove to anyone watching that she wasn’t jealous.
“He’s out swimming laps.” Carmen grinned as Melody downed the rest of her coffee in record time. “Mitch and I are going to go to our apartment and pick up our clothes. He wants you to stay here with Wyatt so your stalker can’t get a gander at you.”
“I can’t stay here.” Melody felt the blood rush from her face as she felt panic well up inside her. “My violin! Where’s my violin? Oh, my God! I didn’t even think about it last night.” She dashed toward the bedroom intent on getting dressed in her evening gown to go in search of her precious instrument.
“Holy cow, Melly,” Carmen said from behind her. “Do you think I would just let them carry you from the auditorium without your violin?” She moved to the closet next to the front door. “Here it is.” She opened the door, reached in and pulled out Melody’s violin case. “It fell on the ground, but I didn’t check it. We were more worried about you. Then I forgot.”
Carmen’s forgetfulness was understandable. She didn’t have an almost three-hundred year-old Strad to worry about. Taking the case, Melody knelt and opened it.
“Thank goodness it’s all right.” She closed the case and stood. Storing the instrument back in the closet, Melody hugged Carmen. “Thanks for looking out for it for me.”
“I knew losing it would kill you. Besides, what are best friends for?”
“We’re still best friends?” Melody felt a lump form in her throat. She wasn’t sure what to think or do. With Carmen’s uncles liking her and all, she wasn’t sure what Carmen’s reaction would be.
“Of course we are, you noob!” Carmen dragged her out to the swimming pool where Melody watched Wyatt swim a few laps before she remembered to close her mouth. “I don’t believe they have a swimming pool up here.”
Carmen shrugged. “It’s no different than other buildings having their pools on their roof. This is a penthouse, you know. “Besides, it’s just a lap pool. It’s not like it’s Olympic sized or anything.”
“Stop reminding me about the cool stuff they have. The last thing I need to be thinking about is the fact that your uncles are filthy rich.”
“And you have a Strad. What does that make you? I know you know exactly how much that instrument is worth. Don’t even try to deny it.”
Carmen was right, but Melody never looked at it that way. It wouldn’t make her rich, because she would never sell it. It was too much a part of her to even think about selling it. Instead, her Strad cost her money every day to keep the insurance up on it and the insurance wasn’t cheap.
“Are you ready to go, Carmen?” Mitch asked from the doorway.
Melody turned, her face heating in a blush when he winked at her.
“Good morning, sweetheart.” He trotted over to give her a kiss. “Carmen and I are going to go to the store for more groceries after we stop
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