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He glanced at his watch. “At three-thirty in the afternoon?”
“He gets inspiration at random times.” She didn’t meet his eyes.
She was lying and he didn’t like the feeling it gave him in his gut. “It can’t wait until tomorrow?”
She shook her head. “I’d have to leave soon anyway. I have to work tonight.”
He searched his mind for something that could tempt her to stay. “What if I wanted your opinion on the Tchaikovsky?”
She laughed. “How many hundreds of times have you played that?” A shadow crossed her eyes and hit him right in the heart.
He stepped closer to her, putting his hands on her upper arms. “Don’t go.”
“I have to.”
“It’s a job, not a life.”
“There’s no difference where I work.” She hurried to the stairs and headed to the ground level of his house.
He followed, wracking his brain for an excuse for her to stay. Or at least to see her again. “Do you miss it?”
“Do I miss what?” She paused at the front door and turned back to him.
“Playing.”
Her mouth opened and closed, pain in her eyes. “I didn’t. Until the other day when I heard you.” She winced and turned away, reaching for the door.
“Wait.”
Emily paused, glancing back at him again.
“Give me your phone.”
Her brows knit together. “Why?”
“I want you to have my phone number.” He shook his head. “I won’t make you give me yours, but I want you to have mine.”
“Why?”
Because I’m worried about you.But he couldn’t get the words out of his mouth. “Just in case.”
She slowly pulled her phone out of her purse and handed it to him. He added his number to her contacts and held it out to her. “See? I didn’t call myself so I’d have your number.” He grinned, holding out the phone, but pulled it back to his chest. “Unless you want me to?”
She bit her lip and gave a small shrug.
“Can I?” He raised his eyebrows high.
She pressed her lips together, watching him for a long moment, before giving a small nod. He grinned and shot himself a quick text, then handed her back the phone. “Do you want to come to the open rehearsal on Monday?” he asked as she turned the door handle.
“Mark...” He gave her a boyish grin and she gave a small laugh. “You’re very persistent.”
“Is that bad?”
She laughed. “We’ll see, okay?”
“Ten o’clock. In the concert hall. We can have lunch or something after.”
“We’ll see.”
