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Wanted: Someone, Who Cares, Part 1
"No, Dylan."
The little boy passed him a look and continued to leave cookie crumbs on the table, smiling all the way.
"I swear, you're going to be the death of me," Thad sighed as he picked his son up from the counter on which he had left him while he made his lunch. "This is not going to make the cook happy. Grandmom won't like it either, pal," he said as he regarded his son with icy blue eyes. Those same eyes blinked back at him with another chocolaty smile. A defeated breath escaped his lips and let his head drop back on his shoulders. "How did this ever happen to me?" sighing again, thinking back to the year before.
"Master Thad, a young woman is here to see you?"
Thad
looked up at the butler curiously. "Who is it, Williamson?"
"A Miss Julia is asking to speak with you in your father's study."
With a puzzled look he had followed the butler to his father's study. Once the door was closed behind him, he regarded the woman on the far side of the room. She had been his girlfriend for a short time before she abruptly broke it off and left. Her disappearance had baffled him. "What is it that you want, Julia?"
The beauty that had captured Chris Maxwell at sixteen, turned to look at him, her deep brown eyes coming to rest on her last lover. "I came back to give you something," she replied, her voice calm.
"I was somewhat curious to why you left, but now you're back and you want to give me something?"
"Well, I would think that you would want what I have to give you," she answered as she pushed a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"I don't think that there's anything more that we have to say to each other and whatever you're offering, I don't want," he said, his voice clipped.
"Thad…"
A cry broke through her words. Julia stopped and walked over to the leather loveseat. "Shh, Dylan," she said as she picked up the child in her arms.
For a moment, his jaw went slack. "Whose Dylan?" he finally asked when he regained his power of speech.
"He's
my son…and yours."
"WHAT?"
"He's your son, Thad, and that's the truth."
"There is no possible way that he could be my child."
"Take a look and you'll see that I'm telling the truth."
Willing enough to take a look at the child, he walked over to her and glanced down at the little boy wrapped in her arms. His eyes went wide as brilliant crystalline blue eyes, much like his own, stared back at him. Strands of white blond hair swirled on the child's head. He shook his head and took a step back. "No way."
"There's every possible way. I was sent away to have him because my parents didn't want others to know about my pregnancy. I came back because I want you to take him from me. He deserves to be with you rather than me. You could give him a much better life than I ever could, Thad. Don't think I'm doing this because I don't care. I do, but I can't take care of him. My parents won't help and I can't hire someone to take care of him during the day."
"You didn't tell me that you were pregnant. You didn't deign to tell me that you gave birth to my child. And now, you're coming back here to hand him off to me because your parents won't help you and you can't find someone to take care of him? Why the hell didn't you tell me this?"
"Because I didn't," Julia replied, a trifle indignant as she rocked the child in her arms. "I was a little scared and I didn't know what to do. I knew you would be mad, and my parents made it obvious that I either get rid of the child, or be sent away to have him. Of course I chose that one, but the stipulation to that was that I would have to give him to you once he was old enough to be without me." She gave him an imploring smile. "Come on, Thad. He's your son. You can give him what I can't. I want the best for him and you're what's best."
Thad looked back down at the reflection of his own eyes again. The little boy looked very much like he had at that age. With a tentative finger, he reached out and stroked the cheek of his son. His son's tiny hands caught onto it and didn't let go. He didn't tug it away, but stared with wonder. "He has a good grip," he said.
Julia smiled a bit. "I named him Dylan Peacecraft Merquise. You approve?"
"A good name," Thad replied as he looked back up at her. "So, you have to give him up? Is there anything I need to sign?"
"No. I put your name down as his primary caretaker once I relinquished him to you. I really hate to do this to you, Thad, but this is the way it has to be."
Thad was pulled out of his thoughts when a sticky hand smacked against his face. Opening his eyes, he turned and looked back at Dylan. "That was not necessary."
A gleeful smile spread across Dylan's face as he shook his head affirmatively.
Rolling his eyes, he walked over to the kitchen table where he had put his lunch. He set his son in the high chair next to him and handed him a butter cookie to nibble on. "I don't think you'll make too much of a mess with this one. It's the soft variety made by Auntie Relena. It's the one thing she doesn't burn."
That statement earned a squeal of laughter from the platinum haired child as he began gnawing on the soft treat.
He couldn't help but laugh as his son happily gnawed on the cookie. He ruffled his son's hair before he picked up the sandwich he had just made. He kept one eye on his son while he ate. He was home on his lunch break. It was something he did everyday. His mother was at home for the most part and delighted in taking care of her first grandchild. He washed his sandwich down with a glass of soda before he picked up the plate and placed it in the dishwasher. He stuffed a chocolate cookie between his teeth as he set upon cleaning up his son's mess on the counter.
"It never ceases to shock me when you clean," Noin laughed as she came into the kitchen. She immediately went over to her grandson and picked up him. She took him over to the sink to wipe off his cookie-crumbed face. She glanced back at her son.
"Well, I don't think Missus Czek would like her kitchen a mess," he replied as he finally swallowed the last of the cookie. He put the dishtowel back on the edge of the sink.
"I don't think I would either," she replied as she turned to look at him, Dylan resting on her hip. She quirked a brow at her oldest child. "You missed a spot, Thad."
"Huh?
Where?" he asked, his brows drawing down as he looked at the counter.
"Around your mouth," Noin chuckled as she shook her head.
Thad smiled a little as he wiped his mouth with his fingers. "Thanks, mom."
"No problem. Don't want you going to work with chocolate on your face."
He glanced down at his watch. "Which I should be leaving for right now." He pressed a kiss on his mother's cheek before trailing a hand over his son's fair hair. "Be good for Grandmom, all right, Dylan?"
Dylan nodded his head, a hundred watt smile, much like his father's lighting up his face.
"He's always good besides being a little mischievous like you," Noin said with a smile on her face.
Grinning, he pressed a kiss on the child's nose. "That's my boy. If you're good, I bring something back for you later. Bye, mom," he called out as he left the room.
She sighed as she shifted her grandson to her other hip. Her son tried so hard to be a good father. It was a burden on him to be a single parent at twenty-eight years old, but he did well. She only wished that he had someone to be with, but he never had the time for that. He was either at work or spending all his time with Dylan. Shaking her head, she left the room. She was a mother and only wanted the best for her children.
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Thad trailed his fingers over the keys of the piano in the recording studio in which he worked. "Record," he called out, the mini disc he had set to record in the other room, beginning to turn. He began to play a piece that he had written the night before, while watching his son sleep. He played it through first, mentally taking note of places to change chords. "Stop," he called out when he finally finished playing. He took the pencil that he had stuck behind his ear and started making changes to the places that he had mapped out in his mind. He heard a tapping on the glass from the other room, causing him to look up. It was Vaughn and beside him was woman with long straight hair. Pushing himself away from the piano, he walked back into the other room. "What brings you here, Winner?"
Vaughn grinned. "I would like you to meet my third cousin, Penelope Winner. She's the daughter of my dad's cousin, Eric."
"Nice
to meet you, Penelope," he replied as he nodded his head.
"Call me Penny. Penelope sounds way too formal," Penny said, smiling.
Thad smiled back. He looked back at Vaughn. "So, what does bring you here?"
"Penny does. She's a musician. Piano, guitar, and writes a bit on the side. She's visiting for a while and I thought she could meet up with you. She could use the time in a studio," Vaughn replied as he tilted his head in her direction.
Thad looked back at her. "How old are you?"
"Nineteen. I just went through my first year at Julliard, but I'm taking a semester off. I need to have some time to myself and just write and improve."
Vaughn snorted. "Improve my ass. You're playing rocks and hardly needs to be improved upon."
Penny laughed. "Well, you should know how hard artists are on themselves. What sounds like my best to you, is not always what's best for me."
Thad smiled at the banter between the two cousins. "I don't mind helping you out. My time is entirely free today," he said to Penny as he looked back at her. He looked back at Vaughn. "Don't you have to go to work today?"
Vaughn laced his fingers behind his head. "Yeah, I figured I put in some overtime since Ver went back to school yesterday. It's barely been twenty four hours and I miss her already."
Grinning at the young blonde's soulful tone, he shook his head. "And you two haven't even been together for three weeks and you're already missing her."
"You're cousin is a special woman," Vaughn replied, smiling back. He glanced at his watch. "Well it's time for me to go. Paperwork to finish and phone calls to make," he said as he pecked Penny on the cheek and gave Thad another smile. "Be ready to be blown away by her talent," he called out as he left the room.
Thad chuckled and turned back to Penny. He was almost startled to see how green her eyes were. They were like the bright buds on trees when they regained their leaves. He also realized that she stood a little bit taller than his mother and his sister. Her long straight hair fell to her waist. It was the color of rich caramel. Smiling slightly, he offered her a chair. "So, you attend Julliard?"
Penny
nodded her head, sending some of her long bangs across the side of her face as
she sat down. "It was the only place I ever wanted to go. I've always loved
music and I was accepted there on a full scholarship," she replied as she
crossed her ankles. It drew the material of her knee length cord skirt tight
across her legs. She glanced around before returning her eyes to him. "And is
this all you ever wanted to do?"
Shrugging,
he sat down in the chair across from her. "More or less. I have an ear for
music, or so I've been told. My family is much like the Winners and the
Bartons, more musical than athletic. That title belongs to the Yuys, Maxwells,
and the Changs. But I did play soccer. We all did." His eyes met hers. "What
exactly are your plans while you're here?"
She tugged the sleeves of her denim jacket over her wrists. "My plans are to improve. Vaughn exaggerated my talents a little. I need to learn to write better, but I welcome help on anything you offer," she said with a soft smile.
His brain froze for a moment as she smiled at him. That smile was luminous. It made her eyes sparkle behind her slender gold wire glasses. Mentally shaking himself, he grinned at her. "I'll do anything I can to help you, Penny. I'm at your disposal."
Smiling again, she laughed as she pushed her hair behind her ear. "Thank you."
"It's
no problem. Shall we start?"
She nodded and pulled out the music in the black leather satchel resting on her lap.
Two hours later…
Penny scrunched up her nose as she tilted her head to one side, looking at the notes that Thad had written down for her. She was sitting alone in the studio, while he went to get them some food. The sleeves of her green plaid button shirt were rolled up to her elbows, revealing a simple leather watch on her right wrist, and a braided leather bracelet on her left. Crossing her booted feet again, she hummed the notes that he had written. "I can't believe he made that sound even better," she said, amazed as she picked up her guitar and strummed them out. She loved music. It was her passion, since she had never shown much interest in sports. Indoor soccer was her only foray into the athletic world, unlike her older sister, Cherise, and younger brother, Andrew. Their parents had never pushed her into doing any activity that she didn't like and they encouraged her dream of music.
She started to hum again, getting a feel for the sound of her voice and the guitar together. Once she was satisfied, she smiled as she put the instrument down, and stood up. Standing and stretching her arms over her head, she wandered around the studio, thinking of Thad. "He's very different from many of the guys I know, but than again, many of the guys I know are around my age. He's nine years older than me, although he has a seriousness about him that you don't usually see in men his age," she thought as she sat down at the piano. Running her fingers over the keys, she started playing some Mozart, one of her favorite composers. She didn't hear Thad come back in.
Pausing for a moment, he stopped and watched her as she played. Her eyes were closed as her fingers flew over the keys. The bright light shining over the piano brought out the freckles that dusted across her nose and cheeks. She wasn't the kind of girl that he was used to, or rather like any of the girls he had watched grow up. There was maturity about her, very calm and collected. Her entire demeanor was fresh and very unspoiled, similar to Isabella's, but yet she was much more down to earth and not as vivacious. He saw nothing wrong with that. Serenity seemed to suit her. And she was not hung up on her looks even though he was sure her clothes were expensive. Simple and comfortable, which made the motto, the typical All American Girl come to mind. "Definitely not like any girl I know. She's very pretty though, with those eyes and that smile…damn that smile could light up an entire room," he thought as he set down the bags of food he had gotten from the diner down the street.
He continued to listen, not wanting to disturb her playing. "Vaughn didn't exaggerate her talent at all. She has extraordinary skill and talent. A little rough around the edges with the writing, but she will definitely go far with a little push." He recognized the ending of the piece she was playing. "That was amazing," he said as he walked over and sat down on the piano bench next to her.
A little startled by his appearance, she shook her head. "It was nothing. Mozart brings me piece of mind. It inspires me actually, but I don't think I play him better than anyone else," she admitted, pushing strands of her long hair away from her face.
"I
couldn't play that piece quite as well as you and I was started on lessons when
I was five years old. The only person who plays almost as well as you is
Damien. He has a knack for the piano," Thad stated as he caught a whiff of
coconut when she pushed her hair over her shoulder. He pulled the pad of paper
off the top and handed it to her. "This is what I was writing when Vaughn and
you came in."
Penny's eyes scanned the several pages of music "Wow. This looks like this will be a beautiful piece," she said, amazed as she looked back into those crystal blue eyes of his.
"I thought of it last night before I finally fell asleep. Thinking of music usually helps me. I started working on it this morning when I came in. It's not finished yet."
"Not finished?" she said, somewhat shocked. She looked back down onto the written notes again. Lifting her fingers to the keyboard again, she played the first few bars of it. The lilting melody made chills go up her back. "That sounds wonderful so far," she murmured. "Is it for anyone special?"
"My son, Dylan. I was watching him when I thought of this."
"You're son? You're married?"
Thad shook his head. "No, not married. Just a dad. Dylan's a year and a half. I guess I kind of wrote it to mimic his personality," he explained with a soft laugh as he looked down at the music in her lap.
There was a note of sadness in his voice when he mentioned that he was only a father. It surprised her that someone like him would not have a woman waiting at home for him since he seemed like the type that knew women. "Your son means everything to you, doesn't he?"
"Everything," he sighed as he played a few notes of the song. He looked back up at her. His reflection was imposed on her glasses. There was a look in her eyes that told him she was someone he could talk to. He rarely divulged this much information about himself to someone he had just met, but he knew she would always be there to listen to him. Smiling at her, he flipped to the last page of written music. "I'd like to know what you think of this part?" he asked as he played the last bar of music. "I want it to flow nice and smooth in this part before I go to the interlude."
Penny tilted her head to one side. "You want help on this?"
"Sure, why not? I'm open to any suggestions that you have."
"Ok, well I think that this note should be changed to this," she said as she tugged the pencil from behind her ear and wrote the new note on the page, "Before you have it go into the interlude," she said as rolled her lips inwards for a minute as she continued to write. "And how did you want the interlude to go?"
"Something like this," Thad said as he started playing it on the piano.
Penny tapped the pencil to the beat of the music. "I like that. It goes good with this last bar. Or you could do something like this…" she suggested as she put down the papers and started playing a version similar to his.
He smiled. "I like that. So let's write down both versions so when I play the rest of it, I can hear how it sounds."
"All right," she agreed, returning his bright smile.
Midnight…
Thad looked over at her as he hid a yawn behind his hand. She had pulled back her hair into a ponytail a few hours back, showing off the smooth slenderness of her neck. Her head was resting on top of her arms as she sat at the piano. Glancing at the clock on the far wall, he was surprised by how late it was. He walked over to the bench and sat down again. Staring at her face for a moment, he couldn't resist the sudden impulse to touch her cheek with his finger. Warm and soft. The glasses she wore were tilted to the one side since she hadn't bothered to take them off. Knowing that he had to get home to his son, he gently rested a hand on her shoulder and shook her. "Penny," he whispered, "You have to wake up now."
Penny frowned and burrowed her head deeper into her arms. It caused her glasses to become more awry. "Sleep," she mumbled.
"Sleep does sound good, but I don't think you want to on a piano."
Frowning with her eyes still closed, she raised her head a little above the circle of her arms. Her eyes peeked open to look up at him. "Why? How late is it?"
"Midnight," he replied, amused by the way her eyes suddenly popped wide open.
"Midnight! Oh wow, I really should be going back to my cousin's house. They're
probably wondering where I am right now," Penny said as she sat up. She blinked
her eyes a few times to rid them of sleepiness and focus them on him. She could
feel the warmth of his hand on her shoulder. "And you should get home for your
son."
"My mother would've put him to bed already in her room. He's fine to sleep there for the night. I don't mind too much," he said with a shrug of his shoulders. The material of her shirt felt soft under his palm and he could feel the heat of her skin. "It's late though and I need sleep just as much as you do," he said as he stood up, removing his hand from her, but offered it to her.
Taking his proffered hand, she stood up. She wobbled on her feet for a moment as blood rushed to her head. There was strength in his grip and by looking at him; she wouldn't have thought he was a musician. He had an athlete's build, tall and muscular, but she had watched how his fingers had flitted over the keys of the piano. They were powerful and light at the same time, and for some strange reason it made her stomach do flip-flops. Shaking her head, she smiled at him. "Well I hope we can do more of this soon," she said as he assisted her with her jacket.
"I'm free tomorrow if you like. My schedule is clear for the next week or so. I can come by to your cousin's home and pick you up, if you like," Thad said as he switched off the lights overhead, shrouding them in the warm yellow glow of the studio lights that would remain on all night.
"That would be wonderful," she exclaimed as she followed him out of the room. She replaced her guitar in its case and gathered up some of her papers, sliding them into her satchel. She was surprised when he took the case from her and carried it along with his slim black leather satchel, similar to hers. "Thank you," she said as she fell into step beside him.
Looking at her out of the corner of his eye, he smiled. "No problem." He locked the doors securely behind him as they walked out into the parking lot. There was no moon tonight, so the only illumination came from the yellow toned lights from the side of the building. The silvery charcoal of his Volvo S100 gleamed in their light as he hit the remote on his key chain to pop the trunk. After he put her things and his in the back, he opened her door for her.
With a grateful smile, she slid into the soft leathery interior. She pushed her glasses further back on her nose as he started the car. He smiled at her once before putting his hand on the back of her seat as he turned his head to pull out. Once he left the parking lot, she covertly studied him some more from under her lowered lashes. His hair barely brushed the tops of his ears and his bangs glanced his forehead in a rakish manner. His strong features gave him an aristocratic air. She knew him to be of royal blood by the way of Vaughn. "He doesn't even act like the typical aristos that I know. Especially if they're between his age and mine. Spoiled, pampered, and look down their nose at everybody. They think their wealth allows them to be shallow and ignorant. But Thad…he knows of the station he was born into, yet the money he has not at all corrupts him. And him being a single father must be especially hard on him. I wonder why he's not with the mother?" she thought with a soft sigh as she returned her eyes to the front.
Thad had been aware of her covert look, as he had been driving since he was studying her as well. There was something about her that made him want to keep on looking at her. She wasn't the type of girl that usually attracted him, but that wholesome, down to earth personality caught his attention. "She's pretty, but she doesn't seem to be concerned with her looks. Her interest lies in her music. Kind of puts me in the mind of Victoria, but without that volatile temper. Although, I'm sure with the passion she has for her music, she wouldn't hesitate to give someone a piece of her mind, although she doesn't seem like the type to raise her voice. A look from those eyes of hers would be enough." Finally reaching the Winner home, he got out of the car and opened the door for her. "You think the others are still awake?" he asked as he walked to the door with her.
She took her things from his hand and set them by her feet as she pulled out the key for the front door. "I don't know, Vaughn, maybe. He's the only one that I can think of," she replied as the door swung open silently. She smiled into his face. "It was such a pleasure working with you. It's nice to meet someone with the same kind of love for music. I had a wonderful time."
He returned her smile as he grasped onto her slender hand. "It was no problem. I liked working with you too. It's been some time since I've met someone who's liked music as much as I do. I am definitely looking forward to tomorrow." His fingers absently stroked the back of her hand.
Her heart tripped as he smiled at her, but it was more than just the curving of his mouth. She could see it his eyes too. "That smile of his could disarm anything." "Me too," she said as tingles began to radiate from his warm touch. "Well…I should go in. Thank you again."
Not even thinking of what he was doing, he raised her hand and kissed the back of it. He looked up at her and saw the surprised look in the depths of her eyes. He gave her a slight grin. "I was taught good manners when saying good night to a lady."
Her heart leapt again and she could feel a heat rising to the surface of her skin. "It's all right."
"I'll pick you up at nine, is that all right?" he asked, trying not to berate himself for his actions.
"It's fine, good night, Thad," Penny said as she slid her hand from his possession and picked up her things. She looked at him over her shoulder once before she closed the door. "It was very nice of you." The door clicked shut as he smiled again. Picking up her things, she made her way up the curving staircase and down the hall to the room she was staying in.
"You like him, don't you?"
She turned around and saw Vaughn standing there with a smirk. "Do those empathic abilities ever get you into trouble?"
"Yeah, but it hasn't stopped me," Vaughn replied with a shrug. "But you do like him."
"Yes, I do. I enjoyed his company…I think he enjoyed mine too," she replied, wistfully.
"Oh, he did, a lot, believe me." "Who wouldn't enjoy the company of a beautiful woman?"
Rolling her eyes she opened the door and propped her shoulder against the frame. "I think he was more interested in my talent than my looks."
"Mmm…and you do like him. For his talent…and looks," he drawled.
She shook her head again. "You're being silly."
"Am I?"
"I have someone at home," she replied as she twisted a promise ring around her left ring finger.
"Doesn't mean you can't be attracted."
"Vaughn, I have Anthony. I enjoyed spending time with Thad and hearing about his son."
Vaughn's brow quirked. "He told you about Dylan?"
"Yes. He sounds like a sweet little boy."
His mind raced. Thad didn't tell anyone about his son until he knew him or her better. And especially not a woman he'd just met. "That he is," he replied before stretching his arms over his head. "Well I best get to bed. Busy day tomorrow. Sleep well, Penny."
"Good night, Vaughn," Penny said before she closed the door behind her. She twisted the ring on her finger again and frowned. "I enjoyed his company. That was it," she told herself, but as she finally crawled into bed, the image that flickered through her consciousness was Thad's brilliant smile.
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Thad walked through the silent house, making his way up to the third floor, which he and his brother inhabited. A door slammed and Quatrina stalked out of his brother's quarters down the hall. He watched as she walked past him with an upset look on her face as she went down the steps. He peered into his brother's room and found him on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. Raising a brow, he knocked on the doorframe. "Zach?"
The raven-haired man tilted his head back and regarded his older brother through the same icy blue eyes. "What?"
"What's the matter with the wife to be?"
A
grim look crossed Zach's face. "She's mad at me. Upset with me…take your pick."
"I won't bother to ask since you don't look like you want to talk about it," said Thad as he entered the room and sat down on a chair, diagonal from the couch. "She's been flying off the handle a lot lately, hasn't she?"
"Ever
since she witnessed Damien and his little red head in bed, she's been edgier
and a little more…"
"Frigid," Thad supplied.
Zach shot his brother a nasty glare. "She's not frigid…she's…"
"Being
even more zealous about the promiscuity of a certain bunch of twenty year old
women that we were old enough to baby sit."
Zach frowned. "No. I'm not quite sure what it is. I know something is bothering her, but she won't tell me what," he sighed, defeated. He shook his head, shaking it off. "But what are you doing home so late. Mom took Dylan to her room to sleep since you weren't home?"
"I was at the studio with the Winners' American cousin, Penny. She's into music, so Vaughn introduced us."
A smile finally crossed Zach's mouth. "Is she pretty?"
"She's talented."
"She's cute, isn't she? You just don't want to say so since you swore off women since you had Dylan," Zach responded, propping his elbows on his knees. "Well, is she?"
It
was Thad's turn to frown. "She wears a promise ring. She belongs to someone
else."
Zach arched a brow. "And how do you know that?"
"I could see the ring on her finger, Zach."
"Is that so?"
"You're being provoking, little brother," Thad growled.
Zach flashed him an unrepentant grin. "All I'm saying is that you took the time to notice her because it sounds like she didn't tell you or show you the ring. So what does she look like?"
"You just don't quit, do you?"
"No,
but all I asked you was she pretty earlier and you didn't answer. You said she
was promised to someone else, which means you did find her attractive, but
you're avoiding the question because you don't want to let anyone know that you
think she is. So, there is no harm in telling me what she looks like."
Thad growled again. "I don't remember."
"Bullshit, you remember perfectly. I bet she looks like that model sister of hers, Cherise Winner. Tall, light brown hair, soft brown eyes, lush lips, and a body to die for."
Thad
snapped. "No! Her eyes are green, not brown!"
Zach smiled smugly. "So you did notice."
It caused the face of the oldest Merquise brother turn a flushed angry red. "You're a nosy pain in the ass," he snapped before he stood and stalked out of the room. He ground his teeth together as he walked into his suite of rooms. He walked into the bedroom before slumping into bed. "That was not what I was doing. He was baiting me and I fell for it," he muttered under his breath as he stared at the ceiling. "Penny is someone else's girl. She's pretty, but I'm not interested in her for her looks. She's a musician like me. That's all we have in common," he said to himself, but even when he spoke the words allowed, he didn't really believe them.
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