“This looks like a magical ballroom. This whole house is
totally gorgeous. Not like super luxurious dripping in money
gorgeous, but tasteful gorgeous. It still kind of has a beachy,
homey feel, even if it is classy. I like it.”
“I’m glad it gets your stamp of approval,” Haley laughed.
She lifted the cover off the keys and sat down. “Any
requests?”
Elva usually had a thousand, but she seemed lost in her own
world. She wandered over to the huge windows on the far side
of the room that overlooked the sound, like most of the
windows in the house did, because whoever designed the place
had been really smart that way too. She stared out with her
arms crossed over her chest.
“Um, something romantic?” Amy asked, casting a hopeful
look to the doorway where Snake lingered like a shadow.
“Does he dance?” she whispered, bending over Haley so her
voice wouldn’t carry.
“I have no idea.” Haley’s hands found the keys. “He’s full
of surprises, I bet. You should go ask him.”
Amy snapped her mouth shut and bit down on her bottom
lip. She sat down on the edge of the bench that Haley wasn’t
taking up and leaned into her, setting her head on her shoulder.
“On second thought, I’m good right here. But still. Something
romantic, miss, if you please.”
Haley thought about Claire, her dark, controlling, sensual
side, the secrets she kept, the hurt in her eyes, the way her lips
twitched at the corners sometimes when a smile was
threatening to break free, because Claire was so much more
than anyone gave her credit for. And Haley wanted to get
below that hard surface, into the soft parts, and discover what