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him,” she shivered and Tate put his arm around her and they continued walking.
“You notice things, love, tell me about the vibe you got,” he said and Tess thought about it.
“It’s hard to pinpoint. He was really good looking, tall, dark and very fit, and very polite, but here’s where it gets weird, Tate, he watched her like she was his prey.”
“Tess, she’s a stunner, I probably had that look on my face all day.” Tess chuckled.
“You totally did. I guess it was also the way she responded to him. At one point he touched her and she literally jumped, spilled her drink and everything. She’s usually quiet and unassuming, which is kind of ironic considering, but with him she was completely silent, almost shut down. I don’t know, maybe they were just having a fight or something. The next news I heard was that he was killed, and I went to the funeral with Lally. I could tell she was shocked, I mean who wouldn’t be? She was relieved to have me there, but I don’t think she was all there, if you know what I mean. She clearly didn’t recognize Lally today, and of course Lally wouldn’t have ever mentioned it; he’s the consummate gentleman.” She shrugged.
“Lally went? His idea or yours?” Tess thought for a second.
“His, he called to ask if I needed a ride,” Tess hadn’t even thought that was strange at the time, Lally just knew things.
“Why would her being quiet and unassuming be ironic?”
“She’s a concert pianist.” His eyebrows went up and he smiled.
“Is she now? That explains why she was so impressive playing our song, she didn’t even glance at the keys. So, the fiancé, he didn’t make his move on you, did he?”
“Absolutely not, he only had eyes for Fiona, it was like I wasn’t even there.”
“Uncommon in itself, isn’t it?” They laughed.
“Not as uncommon as you might think,” she put her arm through his and they swiftly caught up to the crowd.
***
Once inside her townhouse Fiona took several Advil and then sat at her piano and played for an hour, concentrating solely on the rhythms and patterns, and trying not to think of Tate Dylan who had monopolized her senses for the past few hours. The man was the most exciting person she had met in a very long time. His kiss was the best in her lifetime, and he made it sound like it was pretty good for him, too.
She had an unpleasant twinge when she thought of Dean. She felt awful that he died, but the shock of his death was more distressing than the fact that she’d never see him again. She was remarkably comfortable with that, but it was something she hadn’t shared with anyone, the guilt of it was too much. Now she found herself drawn to a very pretty man who was clearly interested in her who was extremely sexy and had great sense of humor, and it had only been three months since Dean was killed. What would Miss Manners say if she laid out the whole sordid tale to her? Fiona never planned on telling anyone, so the point was moot.
Dean’s poor parents had wanted her to come to their house for Thanksgiving, but she was honest with them and told them she couldn’t bear to be there without him. That was true, but she had trouble bearing being there with him, as well. They were very kind, but they were so devastated it was hard to breathe in their presence. Her heart went out to them. She took the engagement ring that she had left in a box on the bookshelf out and looked at it. It was a very large diamond on a simple gold band. He’d inscribed it Always . Which now seemed terribly sad to her. She placed it back in the box and put it on top of the piano.
Her phone rang and she jumped. Just thinking about Dean made her edgy. “Hello?”
“Fi! Happy Thanksgiving! It is still Thanksgiving there, right?” Her brother Liam asked.
“It is. Where are you?”
“I am in Rabat, but finishing up here in a few days and heading back to DC.”
“What are you doing in Rabat?”
“Well, I could tell you, but then
“You notice things, love, tell me about the vibe you got,” he said and Tess thought about it.
“It’s hard to pinpoint. He was really good looking, tall, dark and very fit, and very polite, but here’s where it gets weird, Tate, he watched her like she was his prey.”
“Tess, she’s a stunner, I probably had that look on my face all day.” Tess chuckled.
“You totally did. I guess it was also the way she responded to him. At one point he touched her and she literally jumped, spilled her drink and everything. She’s usually quiet and unassuming, which is kind of ironic considering, but with him she was completely silent, almost shut down. I don’t know, maybe they were just having a fight or something. The next news I heard was that he was killed, and I went to the funeral with Lally. I could tell she was shocked, I mean who wouldn’t be? She was relieved to have me there, but I don’t think she was all there, if you know what I mean. She clearly didn’t recognize Lally today, and of course Lally wouldn’t have ever mentioned it; he’s the consummate gentleman.” She shrugged.
“Lally went? His idea or yours?” Tess thought for a second.
“His, he called to ask if I needed a ride,” Tess hadn’t even thought that was strange at the time, Lally just knew things.
“Why would her being quiet and unassuming be ironic?”
“She’s a concert pianist.” His eyebrows went up and he smiled.
“Is she now? That explains why she was so impressive playing our song, she didn’t even glance at the keys. So, the fiancé, he didn’t make his move on you, did he?”
“Absolutely not, he only had eyes for Fiona, it was like I wasn’t even there.”
“Uncommon in itself, isn’t it?” They laughed.
“Not as uncommon as you might think,” she put her arm through his and they swiftly caught up to the crowd.
***
Once inside her townhouse Fiona took several Advil and then sat at her piano and played for an hour, concentrating solely on the rhythms and patterns, and trying not to think of Tate Dylan who had monopolized her senses for the past few hours. The man was the most exciting person she had met in a very long time. His kiss was the best in her lifetime, and he made it sound like it was pretty good for him, too.
She had an unpleasant twinge when she thought of Dean. She felt awful that he died, but the shock of his death was more distressing than the fact that she’d never see him again. She was remarkably comfortable with that, but it was something she hadn’t shared with anyone, the guilt of it was too much. Now she found herself drawn to a very pretty man who was clearly interested in her who was extremely sexy and had great sense of humor, and it had only been three months since Dean was killed. What would Miss Manners say if she laid out the whole sordid tale to her? Fiona never planned on telling anyone, so the point was moot.
Dean’s poor parents had wanted her to come to their house for Thanksgiving, but she was honest with them and told them she couldn’t bear to be there without him. That was true, but she had trouble bearing being there with him, as well. They were very kind, but they were so devastated it was hard to breathe in their presence. Her heart went out to them. She took the engagement ring that she had left in a box on the bookshelf out and looked at it. It was a very large diamond on a simple gold band. He’d inscribed it Always . Which now seemed terribly sad to her. She placed it back in the box and put it on top of the piano.
Her phone rang and she jumped. Just thinking about Dean made her edgy. “Hello?”
“Fi! Happy Thanksgiving! It is still Thanksgiving there, right?” Her brother Liam asked.
“It is. Where are you?”
“I am in Rabat, but finishing up here in a few days and heading back to DC.”
“What are you doing in Rabat?”
“Well, I could tell you, but then
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