Sheet Music by Armstrong Tibby

Author:Armstrong, Tibby [Armstrong, Tibby]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, azw3
Tags: Erotica
ISBN: 9781419929625
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc
Published: 2010-08-04T04:00:00+00:00

David watched Kyra in the tub-side mirror. The steam from the bath had curled tendrils of her hair about her face and pinkened her cheeks. The cream and roses of her complexion was something he’d never tire of looking at.

She heaved a sigh and traced the veins running through the marble tub surround. He knew she was struggling with opening up to him. After he’d confided in her this afternoon, however, he hoped that she’d return the trust.

He hadn’t told her nearly half of the information she was searching for, but that could only come with time. First, he had to see if she could keep her word, even when it was difficult.

“My father and I just don’t get along.”

The abruptness and brevity of her response surprised him. So that was the way she wanted to play it? He thought they’d had a deal. He felt his heart sink. So much for her integrity.

His disappointment must have shown on his face.

Kyra asked, “You’re not buying it?”

“No.”

David shifted and looked around the bathroom. Maybe Brent had emailed those files? He could give them a listen to prep for tomorrow’s meeting. He began to shift out from under Kyra, but her breath came out in a rush, words tumbling after.

“You were right. He wouldn’t let me play professionally, had his friends shut me out of the studio scene.”

He stilled to examine her. There was more to this story than family politics, unless he misread the nonverbal cues her darting eyes and wild expression presented.

Keeping his voice low and quiet, he asked, “Why?”

“I was fourteen,” she began, and had to stop to swallow past a lump in her throat.

He kept his response to a light caress along her arm with his fingertips. She would talk when she was ready.

“Do you know Adam Weber?”

Blinking at the non sequitur, he recalled the man. “I’ve met him a few times. He’s Brent’s brother. Had some trouble with a girl. Somehow ruined his…”

The last part of his recall was met with her horrified expression.

“That was you?”

She nodded and looked away.

He frowned. That girl Brent had spoken of had ruined Adam’s career. Seduced him and then cried rape. Called in some favors from her father to have him shut out of the studio scene.

He experienced a brief adrenaline rush that was sickeningly halted when her words tumbled to the forefront of his mind.

“You were fourteen?”

“Yes.”

His stomach clenched and his jaw followed suit.

“Shit. I thought… From what Brent told me about Adam… I’m sorry.” He rubbed his palm down his face, leaving water droplets in its wake as anger surged through him.

What she must have gone through, he couldn’t fathom. At the time he’d heard the tale, he thought of it as another justification for wariness around the female sex.

“What a sick bastard!” he said, finally.

His arm tightened around her abdomen protectively. Brent couldn’t have known all of the details or he never would have blamed Kyra. Or would he? Blood was thicker than water, after all.

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.

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