Heartstrings. Sara Walter Ellwood

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      Abby took the salad bowl from Frank and put a small amount from it on her plate. When she passed the bowl to Seth, she was careful not to touch him. Had she felt the same electricity he had the last time her fingers brushed his? “But just think what you had to give up to play that music and make those millions.”

      Her quiet words hit him like a punch. Yeah, he knew what he’d given up. But she hadn’t given him a goddamned choice either.

      Before he could respond with something he could say aloud, Emily asked, “Do you have any favorite singers?”

      He pulled his gaze from Abby to Emily. She pushed her salad around on her plate as a soft blush colored her cheeks.

      “Yeah, I have my favorites. But there are too many to name.” He tried to clear the lump from his throat. It didn’t work. “I’m influenced by a lot of different singers and styles.”

      “Do you ever listen to other kinds of music?” She looked up from her plate with big green eyes so much like his own, his chest tightened. How could no one else see the resemblance?

      He shrugged and picked up his fork. “You can’t be in this business unless you do. I love all kinds of music, though country is what I do because that’s what I am. What kinds of music do you like, sunshine?”

      Abby caught his eye, and he held her gaze. Something deep and bruised filled the brown depths.

      “There isn’t much that I don’t like either.” Emily’s lips curled into a small smile. “I’ll listen to anything. That drives Daddy nuts.” She playfully poked Mike in the arm with her elbow. “He doesn’t have much appreciation for different kinds of music.”

      Mike put his fork down and bumped her shoulder with his. “No, I guess I don’t. But then, I don’t consider half of what’s on top forty radio music anyway. Whether they call it country or otherwise.” He looked across at Seth and picked up his glass of water. “I never understood how you could want to be a country singer, but would turn my stereo as high as it would go and jam out with Kiss or Michael Jackson.”

      “I remember,” Abby said with a wry grin. “I never quite got that either.”

      “I prefer classical and jazz. Mike hates my music too.” Tammy Jo patted Mike’s forearm. “Don’t you, cupcake?”

      Cupcake? Seth hid his grin by stuffing salad into his mouth.

      “I don’t hate your music.” Mike grinned at her. “Sweetpea.”

      Emily made gagging sounds, and they all laughed--except for Mike and Tammy Jo. Frank cleared his throat and raised his eyebrow at the lovebirds, but Mike and Tammy Jo clearly were thinking about other things.

      Seth glanced at Abby. She’d tucked her chin and smiled. Not the response one would expect from the jilted wife. He leaned back in his chair. What the hell really went on fifteen years ago? Maybe his aunt knew something.

      Emily brought him out of his thoughts. “Do you know everyone in the music business?”

      He shook his head and shifted forward to pick up his fork again. “Of course not, but I’d like to think I have a lot of friends in Nashville. Country singers usually stick together. Oh, there’re feuds now and then, but it’s been said that those of us in county music are like one big family.”

      “I noticed your guitar by the door...” Emily’s bright, hopeful eyes left no mistaking the unspoken question.

      “Yeah, I thought after supper we could play a few songs together.”

      “Oh, that would be wonderful.” Carolann clapped her hands together.

      “I thought you had something to do.” Mike glared and squared his shoulders.

      “Nope.” He smiled and picked up his wineglass. “I’m all yours tonight.”

      “I propose a toast.” Tammy Jo stopped him, before he could take a sip of the wine. She raised her glass of apple juice.

      Mike all but scowled at her. “Whatever for?”

      She smiled and glanced at her husband. “To good fortune, of course.”

      Abby lifted her glass of wine and looked across her shoulder at him. “Sounds good to me.”

      “To good fortune, then.” Touching her glass with his, he smiled. He had a feeling her idea of good fortune wasn’t the same as what he had in mind.

      * * * *

      Abby had long ago lost her appetite, but she’d managed to force some salad and half a steak down her throat. She hadn’t wanted to come to dinner at the Ritters’. Tammy Jo always had a way of making her feel unwelcome in the house she had always considered home. She’d only come to appease Carolann.

      Now, she understood why her ex-mother-in-law had been so adamant for her to show up. Seth was going to be here. In Carolann’s way of thinking, it was a reunion between three old best friends.

      She put a glass into the dishwasher and turned to take the plates Seth rinsed in the sink. “I want you to keep this sing-a-long short.”

      He wiped his hands on a towel, leaned his backside on the edge of the island, and crossed his arms below the rolled up sleeves. She tried not to notice the way his white western shirt stretched over his broad shoulders, or how the muscles bunched in his arms. “Afraid the Ritters might figure out your little charade if they see us together too long?”

      She glanced around and kept her tone low as she closed the door of the dishwasher and set the dial. “No. You forget that my father was Irish. Mike and I had explained away Emily’s coloration a long time ago.”

      “Well, wasn’t that convenient.”

      She felt his gaze boring into her back as she picked the dishcloth out of the soapy water in the sink.

      “Why didn’t you ever tell the Ritters the truth about Emily?” His voice rumbled through her, low and determined.

      “Mike said it would be better for everyone if we kept the truth secret.” Unable to meet his gaze, she busied herself with wiping the counter.

      Seth moved to stand over her. “But you aren’t so sure that was a good idea.”

      She set the dishcloth on the countertop and faced him. “I never set out to deceive you or anyone else. But neither do you have a right to come in here and destroy Emily’s life, or mine. Mike Ritter is the only father she knows. He’s the only father she’s ever had.”

      He leaned in. His lips were close enough to kiss, and his scent of sandalwood and something exotic enveloped her, taking her back to that night on the beach. His eyes flashed with the dangerous fire of his temper. It was similar to the flame of the passion she’d once seen in the green depths. She didn’t expect or want the heat curling in her belly, and shivered with a sudden and fierce desire.

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