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extends beyond the piano.
 She composes? Noah repeated, earning him a questioning look.
 Of course. Didn t you listen to her albums?
 I did.
 Then you know she wrote every song. It s right there in the album sleeve. Pete
frowned.  She s a talented composer. She always has been.
Noah s gut tightened. He swore under his breath.  I didn t know.
He d never thought of her as a composer, never even considered it. He d been so
hung up on her skills as a pianist that he d been blinded to any of her other talents.
And because of it, he d pushed away the best thing to ever come into his life.
Chapter Seventeen
Noah stood in the studio in his basement. He d known before he left New York to
fly back and meet with the record company that the studio was completed. He d kept
it to himself. There was no sense in getting anyone s hopes up before he saw it with
his own eyes, made the final inspection.
Unclipping his mobile phone from his belt, he pushed number two and activated
speed dial. Dominic picked up on the third ring.
 It s ready, Noah said without preamble.  Get things started.
 Have you met with the record execs yet?
 Tomorrow afternoon. I met with Tony this morning. Tony was the band s
manager, as well as a loyal friend of Noah s. They d seen each other through many
tough times.  He s confident we ll be offered a contract.
 Yet you don t sound pleased at all, Dominic pointed out, then disconnected.
Noah sighed wearily. Dominic was right, he wasn t pleased. He didn t feel a sense
of excitement over a new beginning or relief that something he worked so hard for
was finally within his grasp. He couldn t seem to feel much of anything besides the
ache in his gut that grew a little larger every day.
Isabeau.
Standing in his bland, colorless home it became clear to him how much he d lost.
Damn it, everywhere he looked, even here in the studio, all he could see was her
smile. All he heard was the laughter she d brought with her during their time here on
their way back from London.
Shit, if he closed his eyes and tried hard enough, he swore he could smell her. It
wasn t possible, he understood that, yet it was something he kept finding himself
doing, as he stood in the very spot he d stripped her clothes from her body and made
love to her. What had he been thinking, to take her in the studio, the one place he
needed his concentration most? From here on out, he would forever equate this room
with her her scent, her taste. The feel of her flesh sliding atop his.
Swearing viciously, he closed his eyes. He d had his share of women, most of them
during the height of his musical career. They lined up, all but lay at his feet. He d
been young back then, awed by all the attention, and he d taken advantage. But only
Isabeau made his blood pump hot and fast in his veins. She was the woman he
couldn t keep from touching, the woman who caused him to lose control of his sexual
urges. All he had to do was breathe in the scent of her, and he was hard as a rock.
He d loved before. He d loved Beth, but she d never made him feel the way Isabeau
made him feel. It wasn t just need and desire, it was a sense of coming home. A sense
of completion that had been there since that fateful night he d wandered into her bar.
The night he d looked up into the palest eyes he d ever seen and fallen.
She d become everything to him.
His heart.
His oxygen.
His future.
He couldn t let her go. Life without her was as empty as this house. Standing in it,
with the silence settling around him, he came to a conclusion. It meant him asking
something of her again, something he wasn t certain she d be willing to give. But he
had to take the chance.
Heading for the stairs, he ascended them two at a time. Hurried, driven by a need
to have everything ready before he flew back to find her, he crossed to the front door
and the car parked in the driveway. He needed to get back to Sacramento before the
stores closed.
He needed to see a man about a ring.
****
Heat.
After being cold for days, Isabeau was finally warm. She sighed in her sleep and
rolled over, expecting to be pulled against Noah s solid chest. It was a moment before
the pull of sleep eased enough for her to realize two things. One, Noah wasn t in her [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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