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“Do you hate it?” he asked.
“What, no?” She sniffed, and then smiled. “It’s great, Zach.”
That pleased him more than he expected. “You like it?”
“Yes.” She shook her head. “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
“Well, you don’t seem to be that happy with me lately.”
“Thinking you’re behaving like a dick and thinking your music sucks are two different things, brother of mine. Luckily for you.” She grabbed the laptop, sank to the floor cross-legged. Started tapping away at the keyboard.
“Are you posting rude things as me on Facebook?”
“That would be easier if you had a Facebook account that you actually used.” She didn’t look up. “Put the guitar down for a minute and come listen to something.”
What was she up to now? He had no idea, but for the moment things seemed easy between them so he didn’t want to mess that up again.
The guitar went back on its stand and he eased himself down onto the floor beside her. “Can’t we sit on chairs like normal people?”
“Nope. You need a different perspective.”
“Is Caleb turning you into a hippie?”
That made her laugh. “Caleb is pretty far from a hippie. No. Dad used to sit like this sometimes in here. Said the music sounded different.”
“Well, it’s a theory.” No one could accuse Grey of having a dud ear for music, no matter what his other faults had been. “Okay, play whatever it is before my back seizes up.”
“Poor old man,” Faith mocked softly. “We can get you a burly assistant to help you up and down.”
“If I ever get an assistant, I don’t think ‘burly’ will be high on my list of criteria. Probably because most people don’t even know what the word means.”
“You need to read more books.” Her attention was back on the laptop.
“What kind of books are you reading where the word ‘burly’ is thrown around?”
“Good books. Historical romance.”
“Girl books.”
“Good books,” she repeated sternly. “You can learn things from those books. Things the women in your life might thank you for.”
He waggled his eyebrows at her. “The women in my life are plenty thankful, little sis.”
“Oh? Are you dating someone?” she asked, still tapping on the keyboard.
Damn. He’d walked right into that one. “Not right now.”
Her head turned toward him, face quizzical. “It’s been a while.”
“We’re not here to talk about my love life, Faith. I do okay.” He did, when he wanted to. But touring relentlessly didn’t leave much time for actual relationships. And he wasn’t into endless one-night stands. “New subject.”
“Okay,” she said. She put the laptop down between them. Then clicked play.
The voice that spilled out through the speakers was one he recognized. “That’s Nessa,” he said. “Great voice.” Faith must have connected to the house network and pulled up the song from her system.
“Yes,” Faith agreed. “She’s the real deal.”
He focused back on the music. Nessa’s voice powering effortlessly through a song that was a little bluesy, a little rock, the guitars and drums providing a solid structure for Nessa’s vocals to set on fire. “Nice.”
