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Оглавление“Are you nervous?”
“No,” she replied very quickly, in what sounded like a strangled voice.
She was nervous. Obviously so. Interesting. “It’s just a guitar lesson,” Curt said. “Nothing more.”
She nodded. “I know that.”
“So just relax and let me do the teaching.” He settled his arm around her slender shoulders, and the scent of her fresh-smelling shampoo wafted his way, filling his senses with the sweet aroma of Jenna.
He resisted his first urge, which was to lean in and breathe deep.
“Now, I’m going to show you the chord.”
She nodded, just a single upward motion of her head.
“Now strum,” he instructed.
Awkwardly, she ran her fingers across the strings over the sound hole.
“Wow,” she said, strumming again.
“It sounds pretty good!” A moment later, she turned, her mouth curved up into a brilliant smile. About six inches from him. She froze, staring into his eyes, clearly surprised to find him so close.
His heart thundered in his chest and he couldn’t for the life of him look away from those beautiful, emerald-shaded eyes of hers.
