D.M. Davis

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moving around the white leather couches to the baby grand piano covered in boxes and wires. She paused. His family had been asking him for years to play for them, but he only played for himself. He refused unless he’d perfected the piece. Somehow, he never had the time to practice enough for perfect. Now that he had one arm, suddenly all he wanted to do was play.
Pride (The Deadly Seven, #7)
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