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“THAT is monstrous!” Neo wanted to hit something, but there was nothing to hit and no one to yell at for the sins committed against this woman. “Why would they do such a thing?”

“They didn’t want to spoil the last performances on the tour. My father and Bob said I owed all my fans the best I was capable of.”

He cursed in Greek. Colorfully.

Cassandra’s lips twisted in a near smile. “Exactly. My father channeled his grief into my career.”

“Where did you channel yours?”

“Into the music.”

“But you hated it.”

“Not the music, just the concerts.”

“So, when he died you stopped torturing yourself.”

“That’s how I saw it. My manager does not agree.”

“Naturally not.”

“Bob thinks I’m hiding from my parents’ deaths by surrounding myself with their things.”

“Isn’t he the one who convinced you to get rid of their personal things?” And why the hell was the man still her manager?

“Yes, not that it made a bit of difference in my desire to go on tour.”

“Not the catharsis he was expecting then.”

“All I know is that the idea of getting on a stage in a packed concert hall makes me want to throw up.”

“Do not worry. I will not ever ask you to play for me and I will ensure Zephyr does not, either.”

Her mood changed with a flash and nothing but pleasure glowed in her lovely amber gaze. “I wouldn’t mind playing for you.”

His knees wanted to give, whether it was from the shock of her offer or the effect her clear happiness at the thought had on him, he did not know. Hiding the momentary weakness, Neo slid next to her on the bench at the Steinway. “You would play for me?”

“What are friends for?” she asked, tossing his own words back at him and making him smile.

“I would like that very much.”

“Then consider it done.” She grinned, all shadows gone from her features for the moment. She tipped her head down and looked at him shyly through her lashes. “I didn’t know if I would want to, but I do. In fact, I look forward to it. I used to really enjoy playing for my parents.”

But no one else, or so her words implied. “I am honored. It is something I will look forward to with great anticipation.”

Smiling, Cassandra concentrated on the instrument in front of her. She looked to check that the door was shut on the soundproof room and then played a short piece, not any music he recognized, just a series of chords. Her head was cocked as if listening for something he couldn’t begin to hear.

It sounded fine to him. More than fine.

“Well?” he asked, when she sat in silence for several seconds after the keys fell silent.

“Try your scales on it.”

He played the keys as she’d taught him at the first lesson.

“Now, try a few of the chords you’ve learned.”

He did.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“It’s good?” he asked in uncharacteristic hesitation.

“Did the keys feel natural, not clunky?”

He considered and then nodded. “They felt fine.”

“A baby grand really does have better key play than an upright, but nothing can compare to a concert grand like I have. I’m spoiled, but this is a nice instrument.” She patted the top of the Steinway.

“What you are saying is that it is not as nice as yours though.”

“Buying a Fazioli for a beginner would be an excessive extravagance and you told me you don’t squander money indiscriminately. Besides, their waiting list is a long one.”

“A Steinway isn’t an extravagance?” he asked with a quirk of his lips.

“Not at the price they’re offering it.”

“So, we are getting a deal?” he asked, making no effort to hide his relish at the thought.

“I told you we were. A very good one.” She told him how much they would be saving and even he was impressed.

“I knew bringing you with me would be a benefit.”

She laughed and shook her head before playing a simple children’s tune as if her fingers could not stay still that close to a well-tuned instrument.

He caught the salesman’s eye through the glass and waved the man over.

Neo handed the salesman a black American Express card when he entered the soundproof room. “We’ll take it. You can arrange delivery with my personal assistant. Here is my business card. Call this number and it will go directly to her line.”

“Very good, Mr. Stamos. We’ll arrange a piano tuner to accompany the movers so it is ready for use directly after delivery.”

Cassandra nodded her approval and Neo said, “Fine.”

The salesman left with Neo’s American Express and business cards, but neither Neo nor Cassandra moved to get up from the piano bench.

She brushed her fingertips along the keys. “It’s been a few years since I bought a new instrument.”

“Getting the urge?”

“To replace my Fazioli? Never. But I might be persuaded to buy some new music for my flute.”

“So, you decided you could afford to play a second instrument.”

“I dabble, like I said, but sure, why not? If I can learn foreign languages and make time for Tai Chi, why not play a second instrument as a hobby?”

“Zephyr says I have no hobbies.”

“Don’t worry.” She patted his back consolingly. “You have one now. Playing the piano.”

“Yes.”

“Let’s work on some chords.”

“Here?”

She looked around the soundproof room and the mostly empty showroom beyond. “Why not?”

“Isn’t that like performing?”

“No one can hear us in here.”

“You’re addicted. That’s what this is about, isn’t it? You miss your piano?”

“I’ll make a deal with you. You learn two chords and I’ll play a short piece from my newest score for you.”

“Here?” he asked again, inelegantly.

“Where else? It’s soundproof in here and we can close the drape over the window for extra privacy. And we can’t exactly go back to my house.”

“We could, but I’d prefer you not return to the scene of the crime until the last bit of sawdust has been vacuumed up.”

“Scene of the crime is right.”

“Stop whining and show me a chord.”

He couldn’t believe how much he enjoyed learning the chords she wanted to teach him. No one bothered them. Not even the salesman, who came in quietly only to leave the receipt and paperwork for Neo’s purchase on top of the piano, and then left just as quietly.

“Okay, I think I’ve got it,” he said after playing the chords successfully several times. “Now, it’s your turn to keep your part of the bargain.”

“You got it.” She got up and closed the drape on the window then tugged on the door to make sure it was shut.

She returned to the piano bench. She didn’t ask him to leave it and he was curiously hesitant to do so. So, he stayed.

She started to play a piece he recognized from one of her early albums. It was a particular favorite of his and he sat quietly while she played it just for him. It wasn’t a long, or complicated piece, so it was over all too soon, but he would cherish the memory of that impromptu entertainment for years to come.

She looked sideways at him. “That was just a warm-up.”

She really was going to play a new piece. Again just for him. Her fingers danced across the keys, coaxing gorgeous sounds from the Steinway and he knew this new CD would be one of her best yet.

When she finished she looked up at him and smiled. “It’s nice, isn’t it?”

He didn’t know if she meant the piano or the piece, but he said, “Yes,” to both. “Thank you.” He looked down at her, hard pressed to refrain from following his gratitude with a kiss.

She tilted her head back and met his gaze, her amber eyes glowing with joy from the music and something he could not define. “You are welcome. That was the first time I’ve ever played in a public place and enjoyed it.”

The showroom wasn’t exactly a concert hall, but he was proud of her for keeping her end of the bargain all the same. “Glad to be of service.”

“You make me feel safe.”

He was lost for words.

She blushed and ducked her head. “Isn’t it about time we got back for lunch?”

“I’m sure it is.” He tipped her face up so their eyes met. The moment was too profound to ignore. “Thank you.”

“I …”

“I have rarely in my life been as honored as I am by your trust in me.” His head tilted forward of its own volition.

She let out a soft puff of air. “Are you going to kiss me again?”

“Not a good idea.”

“Why?”

“We are friends.”

“And friends cannot kiss.” She smiled and pulled her chin from his hand, clearly trying to lighten the atmosphere between them.

He would do his part. “I have never kissed Zephyr.”

“Liar.”

That made him reel back. “I have never kissed a man.”

“That whole kissing on the cheek thing you Greek guys do? What’s that?”

“Oh.” Heat climbed the cheeks she mentioned. “That is not the same.” At all.

“No, but it’s still a kiss.”

“You are walking a dangerous path, pethi mou.”

“Pethi mou?”

“Little one.” His little one, but he didn’t need to tell her that bit.

“I’m not that little.”

“Compared to me?”

“You’re just oversized.”

“I thought that was my ego.”

“O-ho, so you have perturbed a girlfriend, or two.”

“I’ve never had a girlfriend, but yes, more than one pillow-mate has remarked that I have a rather healthy ego.”

“I’ll bet.”

“I will tell you what I tell them—it is deserved.”

“And do they agree?”

“Naturally.”

She bit her lip, looking away from him, that adorable expression he could easily become addicted to on her features. He liked Cassandra Baker shy. He wondered if he should tell her.

Not everyone thought she had to perform publicly to be valuable.

“I’ve never had a boyfriend, either,” she whispered, breaking in to his thoughts.

“Never?” That should not have shocked him, but it did. He had guessed she was a virgin, but to be wholly innocent of male-female games? He could not imagine it.

“Urn … no.”

“How old are you?”

“Twenty-nine. I’m a real freak, aren’t I?”

“What?” He grabbed her shoulders and made her meet his eyes by sheer force of will. When her amber gaze was looking into his, he said, “You are precious, but are you saying this morning was your first kiss?”

“Well, actually, um … yes.”

Oh, hell, didn’t his libido just love that? “I wish I’d known.”

“Why?”

“I would have made it special.”

“It felt pretty special to me.”

“It could have been better.”

“How?”

“It’s not something I can explain with words.”

“Novelists do.”

“I’m a businessman, not a writer. I’ll have to show you.”

“Here?” she squeaked.

“Yes.” He covered her lips with his before she could get another query out.

Gently. More carefully than he had ever kissed another woman. Even his first time. But damn. The knowledge no other man had done this battered at his vaunted selfcontrol. However, he would not give in to the mouth-ravaging his own desires demanded.

Her lips tasted every bit as good as they had that morning, but the knowledge they were his and no one else’s added a sweetness he had never once thought to experience. A sweetness so real, he could taste it as certainly as he did the unique flavor of Cassandra’s delicious mouth.

Of their own volition, his arms slid around her, pulling her so close their body heat mixed. She felt right in his arms. Too right. Like she fit exactly as if she had been made to be held exactly as he held her.

He refused to dwell on that sensation of rightness, choosing instead to enjoy this anomalous moment in time. His tongue swept through her mouth, claiming her as only he had ever done.

His body demanded he claim her in other ways. Thankfully they were in a semipublic setting, or he might not have had the strength to deny himself.

This being friends with a woman was harder than he had ever expected it to be.

Her slender fingers tunneled into his hair, short-circuiting rational thought. Cassandra kissed him back with an unfettered sensuality he knew would be a joy between the sheets.

She had never kissed another man, but she knew exactly how to tease his tongue into her mouth. Her feminine instincts were rock solid as she dueled with his tongue while making whimpering sounds of need that drove his libido through the roof and beyond.

Damn. Damn. Damn.

He was seriously considering pulling her under the piano and away from prying eyes when the sound of a near tortured squawk had him yanking his head back.

He reared up and looked around only to see that the door to their soundproof room stood open. The salesman must have thought to speak to them only to get an eyeful when he opened the door.

Through the doorway, Neo could see a young boy blowing determinedly into a clarinet. The source of the awful noise. The child’s mother was staring at Neo and Cassandra with a sappy expression that had Neo jumping off the piano bench.

That woman’s look screamed, “Romance … isn’t that sweet?” He didn’t do romance. Not even for Cassandra.

He put his hand out. “Come. We’ll be late for lunch.”

“Don’t forget your paperwork,” she said, though her eyes indicated she wanted to say something entirely different.

Lunch was a banquet of Mediterranean cuisine. It had started with fasolada, the bean soup Cass had always associated with Greece. Then there had been a small salad made up of leafy greens, pine nuts and crumbled feta with a dressing unlike anything she’d tasted before.

“This is amazing,” Cass said as she scooped a bite of the main dish, spinach spanakopita, onto her fork. “There’s no way you eat like this every meal.”

“Naturally not. But today I have a guest. My housekeeper was thrilled I told her not to worry about the nutritionist’s directives and to prepare a traditional Greek meal for you. She is from the Old Country and she does not approve of my nutritionist’s directives, to say the least.”

And far from bothering him, Neo seemed to enjoy the Greek woman’s attitude. Cass would bet her new flute music that his housekeeper was an older woman and that what she fed him wasn’t the only thing she fussed about.

Neo had found a way to have a mother without the emotional baggage of a close relationship.

Cass waved toward the table with her fork. “This is a feast.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying it.”

“I fell in love with Greek food when I played in Athens.”

“You played in Athens?”

“Yes. When I was twelve. It’s a beautiful city.”

“I agree, though I couldn’t wait to see the back of it when I was younger.”

“I’m sure it looks different to you now than it did to the orphan boy who left it behind.”

“Very much so.”

“Do you and Zephyr return often to Greece?”

“At least once a year, though always under the guise of business. We have never taken a vacation there.”

That wasn’t saying much. “You don’t vacation at all,” she chided gently.

“Neither does Zephyr.”

“So, you are both workaholics.”

“And you? Are you a composeraholic?”

“Making up words now?”

“Why not? Scientists do it all the time.”

She couldn’t help laughing. “Zephyr said you don’t have a sense of humor, but I think he’s wrong.”

“That is only because his sense of what is amusing borders on the insane.”

“You are lucky to have each other.”

“He is the brother of my heart.”

She stared at Neo for several seconds before saying, “I’m surprised to hear you say something like that.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know. It sounds so sentimental, I guess.”

“Truth is not sentimentality,” he said in a tone that left no doubt he was offended.

She stifled a smile. “Well, I’m glad you have that truth in your life.”

“You do not, do you?”

“What do you mean?” But she knew. It wasn’t something she liked to think about.

“You had parents, but they were taken from you long before their deaths by your mother’s illness and your father’s choices.”

She couldn’t deny his observation, but agreeing with it would hurt too much so Cass remained silent.

“And now, you have no one you would call family.”

How true. Online friends could fill her free time, but not the heart’s need for proximity relationships. And her agoraphobia prevented her from developing those. Oh, she made friends on occasion, certainly more frequently than Neo seemed to.

But eventually all those she would call friend got fed up with her limitations and either moved on, or turned into what she considered martyr friends. Those people that wouldn’t dump her because of her issues, but who so obviously wished they were elsewhere when they were with her.

She was determined to enjoy every moment of her friendship with Neo.

But even with that resolve, the loneliness of her life rose up and slapped her emotions a stinging blow. However, she made herself shrug noncommittally. “I have friends.”

“None that you trust as I trust Zephyr.”

“I never trusted my parents as much as you trust him. And I wouldn’t have trusted siblings that way, either.” Maybe. It helped her to believe that right then.

“You cannot know that.”

She should have known he would call her on it. “You’re correct, of course. In fact, don’t laugh, but my favorite daydream as a child was that I had brothers and sisters who loved me for me and not because I could play a piano the way I do.”

“There is nothing in that to make me laugh.” He reached across the table and cupped her cheek. “Know this—our friendship does not rely on your playing piano.”

And even though she was his piano teacher and he was a fan of her music, she believed him. “Thank you.”

“We have two hours until my next meeting, is there something particular you would like to do?”

“Do you watch movies?”

“It is one of my guilty pleasures.”

She grinned, internally shaking off the negative thoughts their conversation had produced. “A movie then.”

He showed her his collection and she discovered that Neo had another secret besides the stock that made up his portfolio. The man liked old movies. The classics. They watched a film starring Spencer Tracy and Katharine Hepburn, both laughing in all the same places.

When it was over, Neo had to return to his office for a meeting. “You can stay up here if you like.”

“Thank you, I’d like that.” She sighed. “I wish I’d known you had a pool. I would have brought my suit.”

“Zephyr and I keep a selection of swimsuits in the changing room for our female guests. I’m sure you could find one to fit you.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. They are replaced each spring with a selection of the season’s new styles.”

“I suppose for a couple of playboys like you, that’s not a wasteful expenditure.”

“It has come in handy a time or two,” he admitted without a single blush.

“I bet.” It took her a second to realize the emotion she was feeling was jealousy, but she refused to acknowledge it. She did not have that kind of a claim on Neo, even if he had kissed her. Twice.

“You can access the pool through that door. You’ll have to prop it open with a chair because it locks automatically when it closes. I’ll have a key made for you to access this floor, but it won’t open my apartment, or Zephyr’s.”

So, his trust of her only extended so far. No surprise that. The only true shock was that he trusted her at all. She shook her head at him. “You’ve got a real thing about locked doors, don’t you?”

“Safety first.”

She cracked up.

Amusement still showed on his face when he left.

She found a burnt orange bikini that fit as if it had been made for her and changed into it. If the sexiness of the cut might tempt Neo to further kissing extravagances, who was she to argue? Who was she kidding? Neo wasn’t about to be tempted by her not-so-curvy form.

She still liked the swimsuit. It made her feel sexy, even if maybe she wasn’t exactly femme fatale material. And she found she felt perfectly comfortable at the thought of Neo seeing her in it. Even if it didn’t tempt him to mind-melting kisses.

The pool was the perfect temperature and she swam several laps, enjoying the unlooked-for treat.

She was sitting on the side, dangling her feet in the wet and drinking water from a bottle she’d found in the pool bar’s fridge when Neo returned.

He looked harried.

“Tough meeting?” she asked.

“I am regretting my choice in contractors.”

“That’s not a feeling you have often, I’m sure.”

“You’re right. I weigh my choices carefully and I thought I had this time, too.”

“What happened?”

“He had done two smaller projects for me before, but despite his claims to the contrary, it is now obvious he does not have the resources for this much larger one.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“He’ll be far sorrier if I have to fly out there.”

“Where is it?”

“Dubai.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to go.”

“I’ll make a deal with you—if I go, I’ll take you.”

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Are you afraid of flying?”

“Flying? No. The crowds in the airport and on the plane are enough to give me nightmares.” Though she could deal with them if she had to. Maybe.

“What about a private jet?”

“I’ve never flown on one.”

“It is the only way I travel. For both expediency and security reasons.”

Wow. She leaned back and smiled up at him. “Of course you have your own jet.”

“Well?”

“Well what?” She thought she should know what he was asking, but it was escaping her.

“Would you like to go to Dubai with me on my private jet if the project ends up requiring my personal supervision?”

“I …” Was he serious? He certainly seemed so. “You …” The prospect was so tempting. She missed travelling so much and she could not imagine a better partner for doing it. She couldn’t imagine anyone else making her feel comfortable enough to be so tempted. “I think so, yes.”

“Fantastic.” And he looked like he really meant it. Like he was proud of her.

She bit her lip, blinking back tears. He was an amazing man. And the trip sounded wonderful. But best of all, she would be with Neo. That was even more tempting than the travel. “I’ve never thought to try flying private.”

She could have rented a private jet to fly her domestically at least, but the thought had never occurred to her, even when she used to jokingly lament about the lack of private railcars nowadays.

“We’ll have to give it a test. Before Dubai. Go somewhere not too far away. Maybe a trip to Napa Valley.”

“Are you kidding?”

“I don’t have a sense of humor, remember?”

“I know that’s not true.”

“Well, I am not joking.”