Page 22 of Naz & Roz

“Interrupting you often. Distracting you, Rosalynn. You know why you’re there. This is supposed to be—”

“My parents are great,” she interjected fast, wanting to put that to bed before Kyle got that on his mind. The man had a habit of running with nonsense when he got something in his head that he believed to be true. “I just forgot I had other obligations yesterday, and didn’t get home until late.”

Actually, she had gotten home at a fairly decent time. Sure, the sky had been dark, but if she had cared enough to sit down at the piano once she was home, she absolutely could have recorded her doing a run through of her piece for Kyle. But her mind had been on something else entirely.

Naz.

Certainly not in the right place to play.

At least … not with the piano.

Kyle sighed in that way of his again. “Do be sure to record it today. Do not let anyone take your focus away right now. Live and—”

“Breathe the music,” she finished for him. “I know.”

The buzzing of her phone in her lap made her glance down to see who the caller was. The name flashing on the screen caused Kyle’s voice coming through the laptop to be nothing more than a buzzing noise in the back of her mind.

Better things are here.

Nazio.

Roz grabbed the phone, and glanced up at the screen. “Talk later, okay?”

She didn’t even know what Kyle had been saying. It didn’t even matter. The man’s furrowed brow almost made her laugh.

“Wait, what—”

“Later,” Roz said, reaching to close the laptop before he could protest. Once the laptop was closed, she answered her phone with a grin. “Naz, hey.”

His voice was a dark, rich tenor coming through the speaker. A low note of music that danced over her skin with nothing more than two words.

“Morning, beautiful,” he said.

Roz’s heart jumped, and her smile grew wider. “That’s … quite a greeting.”

“Yeah, but true.”

This guy was something else.

“And I just wanted to say that,” he added. “You busy tomorrow morning?”

She should have said yes, she would be busy. That she had to practice, and get her head back in the game. Focus, focus, focus. It should be her mantra.

Instead, she said, “Not busy at all.”

“Great,” Naz said, “I know a place.”