“Her dainty back was stiff as she walked down the stairs. She might have made light of his comments, but he wasn’t fooled. Once again he had hurt her. Twice in one day. The problem was that he was trying too hard. They both were. “I apologize, Maggie. I didn’t mean to offend you. You’re right. I don’t know a thing about art.” “I’m not offended,” she lied. “I keep forgetting how opinionated you are.” With deliberate calm she moved into the living room and sat at the baby grand piano, running her ...fingers over the ivory keys. She wanted to be angry with him but couldn’t be, realizing that any irritation was a symptom of her own insecurity. She had exposed a deeply personal part of herself. It had been a measure of her trust, and Glenn hadn’t known or understood. She couldn’t blame him for that. “I don’t remember that you played the piano.” He stood beside her, resting his hand on her shoulder. His touch was oddly soothing. “I started taking lessons a couple years ago.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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