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eyes. She swiped at her nose, sniffling. “I think I’d take that hug, even if you are trying to set me up with a rock star.”
Liev returned her chuckle. “A nice-guy rock star. Do this for me, eh? The uncle you love and cherish and miss like crazy.” He paused. “ And who used to collect you from night clubs and take you home when you were underage so your dad wouldn’t know what you were doing and ground you for months.”
Caitlin laughed again, a little stronger this time. “Way to ramp up the guilt, Uncle L.”
He sniggered. She had no difficulty seeing him do so, his blue eyes—so like her own—twinkling with mirth. She really did miss him. “This kind of guilt is healthy. Good for you in fact. Productive,” he said. “And I’m not opposed to using guilt on a family member when it’s for the right reason.”
“And me cooking dinner for Josh Blackthorne is one of those reasons?”
“No kiddo,” her uncle spoke, his voice steady. “You living again is the right reason.”
Caitlin closed her eyes. “I love you, Uncle L.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual. Now get off the bloody phone. I expect a full report within twenty-four hours, including how well Blackthorne kisses.”
Razing heat flooded Caitlin’s cheeks even as a smile pulled at her lips and an unsettling flutter filled her tummy. “You’re depraved.”
“Your dad’s been saying that for years, kiddo. Now go have some fun.”
And with that, her uncle ended the conversation.
Returning her phone to its cradle, Caitlin sat in her office and stared at the painting on the far wall. Silence surrounded her. Oppressive and suffocating. She grabbed the remote for her iPod dock and hit mute again. Bach emanated from the room’s speakers, a piano concerto that normally made her feel at peace.
She and Matt had met thanks to classical music. She’d been looking in the music department of Target for a Christmas present for her dad and Matt had been looking for something to listen to as he studied for his final med-school exams. They’d bumped shoulders as they both reached for the same CD on the store’s display rack. The almost clichéd collision had resulted in Caitlin dropping the chopping board she’d bought only a few minutes earlier for her mum, which had promptly landed on Matt’s flip-flop-shod foot.
He’d let out a yelp, she’d gushed out an apology, and an hour later they were sharing sushi and swapping life-stories. A fairytale HEA was in their future—the soon-to-be-doctor and the soon-to-be-business major had fallen in love at first sight.
She’d never listened to classical music before Matt had entered her life. Now she played it to remind herself of him, to remember the relationship they’d had, the one everyone thought they still had. The one a part of her wished they still had.
It was she had to admit, a guilty, messed-up situation.
So why was the sound of Bach filling her office making her feel so…so…irritated now?
She snatched up her iPod dock’s remote control and killed the music.
The faint sound of the music playing in her nightclub filled the silence. Rock music. Not hip-hop or dance music. Rock music.
She narrowed her eyes, listening to the almost inaudible bass throb. It was familiar.
It sounded like…
Her mobile phone burst into life on the desk. For some reason, her heart slammed into her throat. Picking up her phone, she frowned at the screen. She didn’t recognize the incoming call.
Beyond the wall of her office, the rock music continued, an alluring pulse beating in time with her heart. In her hand, her phone continued to ring.
She stabbed at the accept key, raised her mobile to her ear and yanked it away again at the deafening sound of rock music blaring through it. Good rock music. The latest chart topper by Synergy, in fact. Without the walls and sound-proofing to dampen it, she could make it out now. Synergy’s Number One hit, “Silken Ropes”. The very music her DJ was playing
Liev returned her chuckle. “A nice-guy rock star. Do this for me, eh? The uncle you love and cherish and miss like crazy.” He paused. “ And who used to collect you from night clubs and take you home when you were underage so your dad wouldn’t know what you were doing and ground you for months.”
Caitlin laughed again, a little stronger this time. “Way to ramp up the guilt, Uncle L.”
He sniggered. She had no difficulty seeing him do so, his blue eyes—so like her own—twinkling with mirth. She really did miss him. “This kind of guilt is healthy. Good for you in fact. Productive,” he said. “And I’m not opposed to using guilt on a family member when it’s for the right reason.”
“And me cooking dinner for Josh Blackthorne is one of those reasons?”
“No kiddo,” her uncle spoke, his voice steady. “You living again is the right reason.”
Caitlin closed her eyes. “I love you, Uncle L.”
“The feeling is entirely mutual. Now get off the bloody phone. I expect a full report within twenty-four hours, including how well Blackthorne kisses.”
Razing heat flooded Caitlin’s cheeks even as a smile pulled at her lips and an unsettling flutter filled her tummy. “You’re depraved.”
“Your dad’s been saying that for years, kiddo. Now go have some fun.”
And with that, her uncle ended the conversation.
Returning her phone to its cradle, Caitlin sat in her office and stared at the painting on the far wall. Silence surrounded her. Oppressive and suffocating. She grabbed the remote for her iPod dock and hit mute again. Bach emanated from the room’s speakers, a piano concerto that normally made her feel at peace.
She and Matt had met thanks to classical music. She’d been looking in the music department of Target for a Christmas present for her dad and Matt had been looking for something to listen to as he studied for his final med-school exams. They’d bumped shoulders as they both reached for the same CD on the store’s display rack. The almost clichéd collision had resulted in Caitlin dropping the chopping board she’d bought only a few minutes earlier for her mum, which had promptly landed on Matt’s flip-flop-shod foot.
He’d let out a yelp, she’d gushed out an apology, and an hour later they were sharing sushi and swapping life-stories. A fairytale HEA was in their future—the soon-to-be-doctor and the soon-to-be-business major had fallen in love at first sight.
She’d never listened to classical music before Matt had entered her life. Now she played it to remind herself of him, to remember the relationship they’d had, the one everyone thought they still had. The one a part of her wished they still had.
It was she had to admit, a guilty, messed-up situation.
So why was the sound of Bach filling her office making her feel so…so…irritated now?
She snatched up her iPod dock’s remote control and killed the music.
The faint sound of the music playing in her nightclub filled the silence. Rock music. Not hip-hop or dance music. Rock music.
She narrowed her eyes, listening to the almost inaudible bass throb. It was familiar.
It sounded like…
Her mobile phone burst into life on the desk. For some reason, her heart slammed into her throat. Picking up her phone, she frowned at the screen. She didn’t recognize the incoming call.
Beyond the wall of her office, the rock music continued, an alluring pulse beating in time with her heart. In her hand, her phone continued to ring.
She stabbed at the accept key, raised her mobile to her ear and yanked it away again at the deafening sound of rock music blaring through it. Good rock music. The latest chart topper by Synergy, in fact. Without the walls and sound-proofing to dampen it, she could make it out now. Synergy’s Number One hit, “Silken Ropes”. The very music her DJ was playing
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