Coming down the stairs Hadlee was surprised to hear music coming from the piano room. When she’d finished her shower, Eric was already out of the room, and she’d presumed he’d gone to the gym because it was how he started every day. Instead, she knew simply from the way the guitar was being strummed who was in the music room and she followed the sound.
Her eyes focused on him as he sat at the piano, his eyes glued to papers in front of him and his guitar on his lap. Her eyes looked to the papers and then gasped when she realized it was her notebook.
“Hey! That’s such an invasion of privacy!”
“When did you write this one?” His eyes flicked to her and then back to the book as if he were memorizing the words she put down.
“Last night.”
“When were you pissed off at me?” he nodded. “Nice.
