Holiday Confessions by Anne Marie Winston

Author:Anne Marie Winston [Winston, Anne Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Afterward, they walked back to their building. As they climbed the stairs, she said, "Would you like to come in for coffee?"

"Sounds great. I'd love to." Brendan followed her into the apartment and took a seat on the couch as she hurried into the kitchen. Feather immediately appropriated a place to lie down--right across the top of his feet. As Lynne worked in the kitchen, she could hear him talking in deep, gentle tones to the old dog.

Something in the quality of his voice reminded her of the way her father had talked to her when she was small. Her father. She'd avoided thinking of him during the past week. She had gotten very good at that, but Brendan's tone had pushed her mental barriers aside. Whatever else he might be, no one could ever say her father was a man who didn't love his children.

She sighed. Why did he feel compelled to marry again? She wished he'd stop tying himself legally to every woman who came into his life. Not because of any inheritance claims Lynne and her sister might have--heaven knew, Lynne had enough money squirreled away to keep her comfortable for the rest of her life, and CeCe was married to a software development engineer who owned a highly successful company. Josh was a wonderful man she'd met in college who adored her and their two children.

Hmm. That was something to think about. While neither of her parents was a stellar role model for marriage, Josh and CeCe had been married for nine years and had been together for nearly fourteen. And they were as happy as anyone she'd ever seen.

Now, where had that random thought come from? The last thing she needed to be thinking about was marriage. How silly.

She carried a small tray bearing the coffee and its accoutrements into the living room and set it down before perching on the sofa a respectable distance from Brendan.

"Did you get your piano delivered this week?" he asked after she had handed him a steaming mug.

"I did! I can hardly wait for next week!" She felt like a little kid, ready to bounce with enthusiasm. "I've been practicing scales and a few finger exercises I remember from before."

"You'll be a concert pianist in no time."

"I wish. Did you ever play an instrument?"

"Trombone, in high school. But I didn't continue in college."

"I never played anything in a band, although I always thought it would have been fun."

"It was. I went to a big high school with a very competitive band and we actually marched in the Rose Parade one year."

"Wow! I bet that was exciting."

"It was." He chuckled. "Although, I think the anticipation leading up to it was nearly as big a deal. We spent a year and a half before, raising money to get there."

"Sounds like your high school memories are good ones."

"Yours weren't?"

She shrugged. "I was taller than any boy in my class from the beginning of sixth grade on. Even by my senior year there were only a few guys taller than I was.

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