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Authors: Tressie Lockwood
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forgot I’m one of the bosses.”
When Damen had Gideon settled, he strode over to Stefan, and they nodded to each other. Damen bent to remove his guitar from the case and plugged it into the amp. He set a few of the dials and tested the strings to get the sound where he wanted. A quick run over the scale, and he shut his eyes a moment to feel the music. So satisfying.
Damen didn’t have a desire to go pro. He never did, and he knew his skill was mediocre at best, but playing with Stefan just gave him that extra thing he needed. Just like getting lost in a good book fed his soul, so did music and rock climbing. Creed got onto him sometimes about changing himself to meet what he thought a woman would want. He had said Damen ran after Stefan to appear to be the impulsive, fun type of man. Maybe that was true in the beginning, and in some respects it might still be true. He knew he had unresolved issues. Regardless, he had freed his soul too, allowed himself to be anything, and he wouldn’t change back for Creed or any woman.
Stefan gave the signal, and Damen stirred from his reverie. He and his brother sang, harmonizing with ease. Damen glanced over at Gideon to find the boy staring at him this time. He winked, and the kid blushed. Damen chuckled. Cute kid. He’d better not find out someone was neglecting him.
For a straight hour, Damen and Stefan played, and Damen met the gazes of several women dining tonight that met his interest. Normally, he would choose one and meet her later for drinks, except he was holding out that Heaven changed her mind. Perhaps he needed to step up his seduction. Yeah, that’s exactly what he would do later.
When the performance ended, Damen crouched to lock his guitar away. Before he could shut the case, a pair of sneakers appeared beside him, and a small, hesitant voice asked, “Can I touch it? I promise, I won’t break it.”
Damen glanced up at Gideon and then to his brother. “Hey, Stefan, why don’t you distract the ladies for me for a while.”
“Sure.” Stefan rubbed his hands together as if ready to feast, but Damen knew he was joking. He assumed his youngest brother had lovers, but he had never seen any, nor did Stefan ever favor any of their younger guests.
Damen shook his head at the man and pulled the guitar out of the case. “Slide that chair over here, Gideon.”
The boy complied, and when he was seated, Damen placed the guitar in his arms. Gideon’s eyes bugged. “Are you sure?”
“Why not? It’s just an instrument. If you damage it, it can be repaired. Besides, it’s not that delicate. Go for it.”
Gideon’s chin dropped to his chest as he maneuvered long, slim fingers. Well, he had the hands for it if nothing else. Damen winced at the discordant sound and moved behind the boy. He leaned over the small frame and placed his hands over Gideon’s. Gently, he began to show him, sliding the boy’s fingers up and down the strings, placing pressure when needed. He marveled at the fact that Gideon completely gave into him and let him lead him. The music, although still not perfect, flowed enough for both of them to enjoy. Damen leaned to the side a little more so he could see Gideon’s face. The boy had shut his eyes, mouth agape.
“You really love music, huh?” Damen asked.
Gideon snapped out of it and jumped to his feet. He shoved the guitar at Damen. “I guess.”
“You want to be a musician when you grow up?” Damen knew some kids dreamed of it. For a while, Stefan was determined to follow that path. Creed and Damen never tried to talk him out of it, but they had hoped he would let it go. Their dad had been a musician by trade, a poor one, because he drank up any profits and ruined opportunities by getting into fights while drunk. Damen was glad his daughter Nita hadn’t inherited their love of music, at least not so far, and if he had his way, she never would.
“I don’t know,” Gideon said. “I just like it a lot. I never thought about
When Damen had Gideon settled, he strode over to Stefan, and they nodded to each other. Damen bent to remove his guitar from the case and plugged it into the amp. He set a few of the dials and tested the strings to get the sound where he wanted. A quick run over the scale, and he shut his eyes a moment to feel the music. So satisfying.
Damen didn’t have a desire to go pro. He never did, and he knew his skill was mediocre at best, but playing with Stefan just gave him that extra thing he needed. Just like getting lost in a good book fed his soul, so did music and rock climbing. Creed got onto him sometimes about changing himself to meet what he thought a woman would want. He had said Damen ran after Stefan to appear to be the impulsive, fun type of man. Maybe that was true in the beginning, and in some respects it might still be true. He knew he had unresolved issues. Regardless, he had freed his soul too, allowed himself to be anything, and he wouldn’t change back for Creed or any woman.
Stefan gave the signal, and Damen stirred from his reverie. He and his brother sang, harmonizing with ease. Damen glanced over at Gideon to find the boy staring at him this time. He winked, and the kid blushed. Damen chuckled. Cute kid. He’d better not find out someone was neglecting him.
For a straight hour, Damen and Stefan played, and Damen met the gazes of several women dining tonight that met his interest. Normally, he would choose one and meet her later for drinks, except he was holding out that Heaven changed her mind. Perhaps he needed to step up his seduction. Yeah, that’s exactly what he would do later.
When the performance ended, Damen crouched to lock his guitar away. Before he could shut the case, a pair of sneakers appeared beside him, and a small, hesitant voice asked, “Can I touch it? I promise, I won’t break it.”
Damen glanced up at Gideon and then to his brother. “Hey, Stefan, why don’t you distract the ladies for me for a while.”
“Sure.” Stefan rubbed his hands together as if ready to feast, but Damen knew he was joking. He assumed his youngest brother had lovers, but he had never seen any, nor did Stefan ever favor any of their younger guests.
Damen shook his head at the man and pulled the guitar out of the case. “Slide that chair over here, Gideon.”
The boy complied, and when he was seated, Damen placed the guitar in his arms. Gideon’s eyes bugged. “Are you sure?”
“Why not? It’s just an instrument. If you damage it, it can be repaired. Besides, it’s not that delicate. Go for it.”
Gideon’s chin dropped to his chest as he maneuvered long, slim fingers. Well, he had the hands for it if nothing else. Damen winced at the discordant sound and moved behind the boy. He leaned over the small frame and placed his hands over Gideon’s. Gently, he began to show him, sliding the boy’s fingers up and down the strings, placing pressure when needed. He marveled at the fact that Gideon completely gave into him and let him lead him. The music, although still not perfect, flowed enough for both of them to enjoy. Damen leaned to the side a little more so he could see Gideon’s face. The boy had shut his eyes, mouth agape.
“You really love music, huh?” Damen asked.
Gideon snapped out of it and jumped to his feet. He shoved the guitar at Damen. “I guess.”
“You want to be a musician when you grow up?” Damen knew some kids dreamed of it. For a while, Stefan was determined to follow that path. Creed and Damen never tried to talk him out of it, but they had hoped he would let it go. Their dad had been a musician by trade, a poor one, because he drank up any profits and ruined opportunities by getting into fights while drunk. Damen was glad his daughter Nita hadn’t inherited their love of music, at least not so far, and if he had his way, she never would.
“I don’t know,” Gideon said. “I just like it a lot. I never thought about
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