In Harmony (43 page)
Connor pulled me to him and drew me into a long kiss—about the only thing that had the capability to unfreeze my brain. I let the room fade out and lost myself in the feeling of his lips, of his body under my hands. When we finally broke the kiss, there was a woman waiting patiently beside us, an amused expression on her face. The record label rep who’d sat with the judging panel.
“Rachel Liebermann,” she told us. “From TTX Records. That was quite something—not like anything I’ve heard before.”
“You want Connor to record a track?” I asked breathlessly.
She looked at the two of us closely. “Actually, I was hoping the two of you might want to do one together.”
Connor pulled me to him again, laughing, and suddenly I was laughing, too. I felt something settle into place, deep in my mind, warm and comforting and utterly
right,
and I knew that it wasn’t graduating, or the New York Phil, or a record deal. It was him, making me complete.
Chapter 36
One Month Later
“This is ridiculous,” said Jasmine. “This is meant to be the part where you have to move your stuff aside to make closet space for him. It’s symbolic. But you don’t
have
any stuff. You could move, like, five guys in here and they could have a drawer each.”
“Good to know, if I ever find myself in that kind of a relationship,” I told her. I moved a few more of my things aside. There. Connor now had a complete closet to himself, and a couple of drawers. I stared at the empty space. “You going to be okay on your own, at Connor’s place? It’s not a great neighborhood.”
“Better than my old one, though,” said Jasmine. “And rent free, up until the end of the month.” Connor had had to give a month’s notice when I’d asked him to move in with me a few days before, and we’d all agreed there was no point in an apartment going empty. “Seriously, Karen, with the money I’ve saved crashing on your couch and another month without rent, I’ll have enough for a deposit on a new place. I’ll be fine. Besides, no way am I sleeping on the couch of a newly-moved-in couple. I need
some
sleep.”
I punched her on the arm. She was right. She’d be fine.
Natasha came in with a box of sheet music from the lounge. “Where do you want this?”
“Slide it under the bed for now,” I told her. Then, “Wait!”
But it was too late. She’d already knocked it against the other box under my bed, the one packed full of bodice-rippers. “What’s
this?!”
she asked, part shocked and part delighted. “’
The Countess’s Dark Temptation’?
”
I snatched the book out of her hand. “Nothing!”
Jasmine was already digging through the box, perilously close to where I kept the dildo. “Oh, wait, getting better: ‘
Bound by the Pirate King’?”
I flushed and crammed the box back under the bed before she could dig any deeper. “Yes. Well. Anyway.”
Natasha shook her head. “You need to get with the program and get yourself a Kindle. Easier to read with the lights out.”
Jasmine frowned at her. “You turn the lights out when you—”
“
Enough!”
I pleaded.
“Come on,” said Natasha, dragging Jasmine away. “I hear Clarissa.”
I heard it too: the thump of a two-stroke engine. Clarissa had volunteered to go out and get groceries for the party we were throwing that night—a combined boyfriend-moving-in and housewarming party. I’d been in the apartment for three years, but this was the first time it was in my name. I’d be paying the rent and bills, now—another, slightly less romantic reason to ask Connor to move in with me.
In the week after the recital, when I’d had a long, serious talk with my father and he’d agreed that it was time for him to back off, I’d spent a lot of sleepless nights worrying about operating without a safety net. Then I’d convinced myself that Nat, Clarissa and Jasmine had all managed jobs, bills and rent just fine their entire time at Fenbrook. Well, maybe not Jasmine. I’d leapfrogged them, going from having my life run for me straight to being out there on my own in the workplace, but it helped that it was the tight-knit and reassuringly kooky workplace of an orchestra. Musicians, it turned out, were musicians wherever you found them, and I was settling in with the rest of the dwarves already. And I realized that I
did
have a safety net; I’d always had one—I’d just never relied on it until these last few months. People don’t have to be related to you to be family.
As we stood there waiting for Clarissa and Neil to arrive, I pulled Natasha close. “Thanks,” I told her.
“I should be thanking
you.
You and Connor. Darrell’s like a different person—the happiest I’ve ever seen him. He’s had maybe one nightmare in a month and when he works it’s like…
regular work,
you know? I mean, I still have to drag him out of the workshop at 3am sometimes, but he’s doing it because he loves it, not because he feels he has to.”
“How do you drag him away from it?” I asked, puzzled.
She gave me a wicked smile.
Oh.
“And you? How are you doing?” I asked.
Natasha gave me a slow, solemn nod. “Okay. I think. Better, at least. The pen helps, when I feel like I have to cut.”
A few days after the recital, confident in my ability to help my friends—or, at least, not screw up any more than anyone else—I’d gone online and spent a full day reading everything I could about self-harming and coping strategies. I’d eventually presented Nat with a gift-wrapped box containing a non-toxic red marker pen, and told her to use it instead of the razor blades, if she felt like she was going to cut. She’d looked at me as if I was crazy at first, but a week later had reported that it worked. She’d only needed it twice that I knew of and the slips seemed to be getting farther apart.
Jasmine opened the front door and Clarissa walked in, her arms full of grocery bags. Neil was right behind her, with two cases of beer. They walked straight through to the kitchen to unload and, even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but follow after them, staying in the hallway but pressing up against the doorway so that I could hear what they were saying. Things seemed to be better since my rant at Neil, but I wanted to check.
“—could at least help me, now you’ve put the beers down, instead of just standing there,” Clarissa was saying. “Why do you need that many beers, anyway? You and Darrell and Connor are going to get steaming drunk again, aren’t you? And then you’re going to start pawing me in front of them—”
Neil’s low rumble: “You like it when I paw you.”
“I—No! I mean, not in front of—”
“Like this….”
“Ah! That’s not fair! I’ve got my hands full!”
I could hear the smirk in Neil’s voice. “So have I.”
“Bastard! Ah! God, don’t,”—her voice went high, and I imagined his hand sliding up her thigh. “
Ah!
Neil, you can’t just—”
The sound of lips meeting, hungry and urgent. Yep. They were back to normal.
Just as I was about to draw back and stop eavesdropping, I heard Clarissa say, “God, what if Karen walks in?”
“She’s already seen us fucking, and from what you said she liked it enough to keep watching,” said Neil.
I flushed.
She’d told him!
“Think she’d be up for watching the real thing?” Neil asked, and his dark, smoky voice sent the words straight down my spine to throb in my groin. “Or maybe joining in? Would you like that?”
I never heard Clarissa’s answer, because I was running to my bedroom to get out of earshot.
Oh, great
—how was I ever going to be able to look Neil in the eye now?!
I ran straight into Jasmine, who was stringing fairy lights around the lounge. And the hallway. And the bathroom. “It’s going to be like a fairy grotto,” she told me. “Only sexier. A fairy boudoir.”
I wasn’t sure what Dan—whose cast was finally off—or the rest of the quartet would make of that. Not to mention the friends I’d made in the orchestra, or the few biker friends that Clarissa had allowed Neil to bring. It was going to be an interesting party.
“All I need now is a date,” said Jasmine, without turning round from trying to string fairy lights around the shower—an electrocution waiting to happen. “It’s no fun being the sole singleton.”
That, I decided, was a challenge for another day.
Strong arms suddenly encircled me from behind and I was lifted off my feet. I knew who it was, but I gave a little scream anyway, just
because.
Connor kissed my neck and I squirmed in delight, electricity arcing straight down my body to the tips of my toes and bouncing back to turn to heat in my groin. Jasmine watched patiently as I was turned around to face him and then slowly lowered to the ground. He gave just a trace of a wince as his jacket rubbed against the sore patch where the tattoo used to be.
“Hi, beautiful,” he told me. That accent still did it to me, the words caressing my brain like silver wrapped in silk.
“Hi yourself.” I tilted my face up as he kissed me. First quickly and then slow and deep, his fingers entwining with mine as his tongue explored my mouth and all sense of time slipped away, a deep warmth blossoming in my heart and radiating to every corner of me. I noticed that Jasmine had made herself scarce, leaving us alone for a moment.
“Don’t drink
too
much tonight,” I told him. “We have to rehearse tomorrow. It’s our last chance before the studio.”
Rachel, the record label rep, had turned out to be serious about us recording a track and we’d put something together based on our recital and the improvised piece. Cleaned up and smoothed out, it was sounding good—but there was always room for improvement.
Connor kissed me again. “That’s not very rock n’ roll.”
“You could use a little taming, Connor Locke.”
“Oh.” He leaned even closer. “You going to be the one to tame me?”
I could whisper, he was so close. “I was under the impression I already had.” And then I kissed him.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you Jane, for helping me to understand what it’s like to play—and carry—a cello. Elizabeth, you taught me many, many things about composing, improvisation and the culture of music departments. Simone, thank you for the help with Connor’s dyslexia.
Thank you to Julianne and Aubrey, my beta readers and, as always, to my editor Liz.
Thank you most of all to my readers, who made Dance For Me a success and so allowed me to write this book.
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