Plus, I have exactly what you need to make it worth your while.” She raises a brow. “Is that so?” I inch closer, lowering my voice. “I just so happen to be in possession of a marvelous instrument you can play.” “An instrument?” “Yes. It’s massive. Gargantuan, even. With one look, you’ll be begging me to let you put your hands all over it.” Her expression hardens into a glower, and I sense annoyance rippling off her. “I’m being completely serious,” I say with a laugh. “About…” “About my big, smooth—” “Franco,” she says through her teeth. “—pianoforte.”
