“Thank you for playing ‘Angel Moon.’ I know it wasn’t for me, but I loved every second of it.” He nodded, and when the doors slid open, he stepped through them, holding his hand out to keep them from closing on me. I walked ahead of him, and when I reached my room, he paused beside me while I fumbled for my key. “Who did you think I played it for, if not you?” he asked softly as I pushed open my door. My head jerked up, meeting his gaze. “I don’t—” “I’m glad you loved it, Claire. It made me happy to see you loving it.”
