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Authors: Robin Gianna
Tags: ROMANCE - MEDICIAL
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breathless, ending up making love on the floor. Why did this woman make him feel this way every time he looked at her?
“Trent. I’m...surprised to see you.”
Could she be thinking about their time together here too? “I was taking a walk. Then saw Patience and her new pup.”
Patience ran to the piano and tapped on the keys, bobbing back and forth as the dog pranced around yapping. “Lucky likes to sing and dance, Mr. Trent, see?”
“She has a beautiful voice.” As he smiled at the child, he was struck by a longing to go to the piano himself. To finger the keys as he’d done from the time he was six, until he’d left the U.S. for good. He hadn’t realized until he’d first walked into this room with Charlotte a few days ago how much he’d missed playing.
“Miss Charlie has a very pretty voice,” Patience enthused. “Please play for us, Miss Charlie. Play and sing something!”
Charlotte shook her head. “Not tonight. I’m sure Mr. Trent doesn’t want a concert.”
Her cheeks were filled with color. Surely the ultra-confident Charlotte Edwards wasn’t feeling shy about performing for him? “Of course I’d like to hear you. What’s your favorite thing she plays, Patience?” Surprised at how much he wanted to hear Charlotte sing, he settled himself into a chair, figuring there was no way she could say no to the cute kid.
“That song from church I like: How Great Thou Art . Please, Miss Charlie?” The child’s hands were clasped together and for once she stood still, her eyes bright and excited.
As Trent had predicted, Charlotte gave a resigned sigh. “All right. But just the one song.”
She moved to the piano, and his gaze slid from her thick hair to the curve of her rear, sexy even in sweatpants. Her fingers touched the keyboard, the beginning measures a short prelude to the simple arrangement before she began to sing. Trent forgot about listening to the resonance of the piano’s sounding board and heard only the sweet, clear tones of Charlotte’s voice, so moving and lovely his chest ached with the pleasure of it.
When the last piano note faded and the room became quiet, he was filled with a powerful desire for the moment to continue. To never end. Without thought, he found himself getting up from the chair to sit next to Charlotte, his hip nudging hers to scoot over on the bench.
“Let’s sing a Beatles tune Patience might like,” he said, his hands poised over the keys, his eyes fixed on the beautiful green of hers. He began to play Lean On Me and, when she didn’t sing along, bumped his shoulder into hers. “Come on. I know you know it.”
“Yes, Miss Charlie! Please sing!” Patience said, pressing her little body against Charlotte’s leg.
John Adams began to sing in a slightly off-key baritone before Charlotte’s voice joined in, the dulcet sound so pure it took Trent’s breath away. When his hands dropped from the keyboard, he looked down into Charlotte’s face, seeing Patience next to her, and he was struck with a bizarre and overwhelming vision of a life he hadn’t even considered having: a special woman by his side, a family to love; the ultimate utopia.
“That was wonderful,” she said, her eyes soft. “I didn’t know you could play. Without music, even.”
He drew in a breath to banish his disturbing thoughts. “I was shoved onto a piano bench from the time I was little, and had a very intimidating teacher who made sure I was classically trained.” He grinned. “I complained like heck sometimes when I had to practice instead of throwing a football around with my friends, but I do enjoy it.” He hadn’t realized how much until just now, shoulder to shoulder with her, sharing this intimate moment.
“Play something classical. Simple modern songs are about it for my repertoire.”
He thought about what he’d still have memorized from long ago and realized it shouldn’t be Bach or Haydn. That it should be something romantic, for her. “All right,
“Trent. I’m...surprised to see you.”
Could she be thinking about their time together here too? “I was taking a walk. Then saw Patience and her new pup.”
Patience ran to the piano and tapped on the keys, bobbing back and forth as the dog pranced around yapping. “Lucky likes to sing and dance, Mr. Trent, see?”
“She has a beautiful voice.” As he smiled at the child, he was struck by a longing to go to the piano himself. To finger the keys as he’d done from the time he was six, until he’d left the U.S. for good. He hadn’t realized until he’d first walked into this room with Charlotte a few days ago how much he’d missed playing.
“Miss Charlie has a very pretty voice,” Patience enthused. “Please play for us, Miss Charlie. Play and sing something!”
Charlotte shook her head. “Not tonight. I’m sure Mr. Trent doesn’t want a concert.”
Her cheeks were filled with color. Surely the ultra-confident Charlotte Edwards wasn’t feeling shy about performing for him? “Of course I’d like to hear you. What’s your favorite thing she plays, Patience?” Surprised at how much he wanted to hear Charlotte sing, he settled himself into a chair, figuring there was no way she could say no to the cute kid.
“That song from church I like: How Great Thou Art . Please, Miss Charlie?” The child’s hands were clasped together and for once she stood still, her eyes bright and excited.
As Trent had predicted, Charlotte gave a resigned sigh. “All right. But just the one song.”
She moved to the piano, and his gaze slid from her thick hair to the curve of her rear, sexy even in sweatpants. Her fingers touched the keyboard, the beginning measures a short prelude to the simple arrangement before she began to sing. Trent forgot about listening to the resonance of the piano’s sounding board and heard only the sweet, clear tones of Charlotte’s voice, so moving and lovely his chest ached with the pleasure of it.
When the last piano note faded and the room became quiet, he was filled with a powerful desire for the moment to continue. To never end. Without thought, he found himself getting up from the chair to sit next to Charlotte, his hip nudging hers to scoot over on the bench.
“Let’s sing a Beatles tune Patience might like,” he said, his hands poised over the keys, his eyes fixed on the beautiful green of hers. He began to play Lean On Me and, when she didn’t sing along, bumped his shoulder into hers. “Come on. I know you know it.”
“Yes, Miss Charlie! Please sing!” Patience said, pressing her little body against Charlotte’s leg.
John Adams began to sing in a slightly off-key baritone before Charlotte’s voice joined in, the dulcet sound so pure it took Trent’s breath away. When his hands dropped from the keyboard, he looked down into Charlotte’s face, seeing Patience next to her, and he was struck with a bizarre and overwhelming vision of a life he hadn’t even considered having: a special woman by his side, a family to love; the ultimate utopia.
“That was wonderful,” she said, her eyes soft. “I didn’t know you could play. Without music, even.”
He drew in a breath to banish his disturbing thoughts. “I was shoved onto a piano bench from the time I was little, and had a very intimidating teacher who made sure I was classically trained.” He grinned. “I complained like heck sometimes when I had to practice instead of throwing a football around with my friends, but I do enjoy it.” He hadn’t realized how much until just now, shoulder to shoulder with her, sharing this intimate moment.
“Play something classical. Simple modern songs are about it for my repertoire.”
He thought about what he’d still have memorized from long ago and realized it shouldn’t be Bach or Haydn. That it should be something romantic, for her. “All right,
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