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“On game days, I have a nap after lunch,” he says over his shoulder as I follow him upstairs. “I need total silence.” It takes all of my willpower not to salute him and say, sir, yes, sir! Something tells me he wouldn’t laugh. “I’ll take her out on a long walk during that time.” He grunts. That’s probably his version of crying tears of joy.
Pippa Hartley is standing in my living room, playing with the dog, and I can’t breathe. When I opened the door, I thought I was hallucinating.
“The guys from yesterday remembered me, and I gave them cupcakes.” Of course they let her up. This woman could talk a cop into handing over his gun. All she’d have to do is smile and flick her ponytail, and he’d be like, you want the bullets, too?
“Oooooh.” I nod, smiling at him. “Okay. I see it now.” “What?” His expression is concerned. I just continue smiling at him. “You’re nice.” He looks at me like I’ve grown another head.
“The last time I played for someone, they laughed at me.” Her voice is quiet. Rage surges through my veins. I’ll kill them. “Who?” I demand in a low, lethal voice. “Tell me. Names. Now.” She rolls her eyes. “Jamie.” “Now.”
She tucks her chin down, cheeks going pink again. “Alright, Jamie Streicher. Your smile makes me feel like playing.” She takes a deep breath and strums. The opening notes ring out. She starts to sing, and something in my chest locks into place.
