CHAPTER 7

He stared her down until she had to look away. And he thought Brian was intense? Jeez!

“Leave her alone, Trey,” Jace said.

“Am I wrong?” Trey said over his shoulder.

“No, but that’s not her fault.”

Trey looked at her again. He sighed. “I’m sorry. It’s none of my business.”

“He’s lucky to have someone who cares so much about him.”

Trey cocked an eyebrow at her and laughed. “Yeah, I guess. One or the other of us always has our nose in his business. Just forget I said anything.”

Trey finished scribing the last few lines of music. Myrna closed her robe and tied it with the sash. She sat in one of the dining chairs and listened to Jace play, her foot tapping in time. Trey spread the score sheets across the table and started playing again, pausing every few measures to add a second set of rapid notes

above Brian’s sustained notes. Trey’s signature shred complimented Brian’s wail. It’s what made them sound so good when they played together. Moments later Brian returned, picked up his guitar