Romance in A minor: A musical romance by Walsh Phoebe

Author:Walsh, Phoebe [Walsh, Phoebe]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, comtemporary, Music, sweet romance, clean romance
Published: 2014-12-09T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

"A rehearsal?" Tom asked, raising his eyebrows.

They were standing in the kitchen eating breakfast.

"Yes. Tonight." Justine tried to sound confident, but her heart was hammering in her throat. Despite her intentions, she had put off this talk so long and now she couldn't put it off any longer. Tom wouldn't be home yet when she came back here to pick up her cello.

"You know that tonight is my night off?"

"I do, and I'm sorry." She cringed. "It's just that I... I met some... friends, and one said they needed a cello for a concert and... it's a paid gig and tonight is the only night they can rehearse."

"Paid?" Again those eyebrows, but with a little bit more interest.

"Three hundred dollars."

"Oh." The eyebrows sank.

There was a little, tense silence.

"Anyway, it starts at seven thirty, so I'll put your dinner in the fridge. I'll make something that you can easily heat up." And there she cringed again because Tom often professed his dislike for microwaved dinners.

He gave her a pointed glare. "And... what time are you going to be back?"

"I don't know. Something like ten, I guess. There are a few pieces we have to play through, but none of them are that hard."

"What is it for?"

"Some conference of dentists. A formal dinner."

His face cleared. "Oh. All right." He would have been to plenty of occasions like it. "And tonight is at friend's house, right?"

"Yes."

"Do I know this friend?"

What is it with all the questions? She could still hear Darren's voice telling her, Whatever happened to you over the past two years has really knocked the stuffing right out of you.

"I don't think so. It's a music person, and there are a lot of other music people coming, so it doesn't really matter. They're not, like, personal friends." Liar, you don't have any personal friends left.

He opened his mouth. Justine was expecting a lecture on what her emotional state had been when he first met her, and that he wanted no repeat of that. And then she would say that she was an adult and could have interests if she wanted to, but he only said, "If it's late, give me a ring and I'll pick you up."

"Okay. I don't think it will be necessary, but thank you."

Another uneasy silence.

"All right then, I'll be going to work." She walked into the bedroom to get dressed. Well, that was easier than she expected. It was obviously a shock to him that she wanted to start playing again, but he seemed to have accepted it.

She pulled on her skirt and top, stockings. Then she went into the bathroom to put her hair into a bun.

When she went out, Tom still sat at the breakfast bar, looking at her as she walked past. His expression made her uneasy.

"Is anything wrong?" Yes, there was, she had been wrong about this going to be an easy discussion.

"Give me the address. I'll come and pick you up tonight."

"But—"

"I don't want you to catch public transport by yourself at night.

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