I slip onto the piano bench, scratching the side of my nose nervously. I feel Willis’s gaze burn through the top of my head as I keep mine focused on the piano keys. Something tells me she saw Wendy and I kissing, and that’s why she’s currently looking at me like I’ve just murdered her dog. I’m right. “So you’re dating my daughter, then.” I don’t respond. “I didn’t hire you to stick your tongue down my daughter’s throat, Mr. Higgins.” Well, that’s crude. And none of her goddamn business. Which is why I still don’t say anything.
