“Hey up there.” Rio’s musical voice echoed up the stairway. “We got us one fine piano coming in. Best you come down and take a look.”

Rachel tried to stay out of the way—though several times, as they muscled and maneuvered the piano up those steep stairs, she wanted to offer advice. The best part was watching Zack, which she did the entire time the instrument was hauled, set into place and tuned. He worried over the piano like a mother hen, wiping smudges from the surface, opening and closing the lid on the bench.

“That looks real fine.” Rio folded his massive arms over his chest. “Be good to have music when I cook. You do right by that boy, Zack. He’s going to make himself somebody. You’ll see. Now I’m going to fix us something special.” He grinned at Rachel. “When you going to bring that mama of yours by here so we can talk food?”

“Soon,” Rachel promised. “She’s going to bring you an old Ukrainian recipe.”

“Good. Then I give her my secret barbecue sauce. I think she must be a fine woman.” He started out just as Nick came clattering up the steps. “What’s your hurry, boy? Got a fire in your pocket?”

“Damn beer nuts” was all Nick said as he pushed by. He swung into the apartment, ready for a fight. “Listen, bro, the next time you want somebody to—” Everything went out of his mind when he spotted the piano standing new and shiny under the window.

“Sorry about the wild-goose chase.” Nervous, Zack jammed his hands in his pockets. “I wanted to get you out so we could get this in.” He shifted back on his heels when Nick remained silent. “So, what do you think?”

Nick swallowed hard. “What did you do, rent it or something?”

“I bought it.”

Because his fingers itched to feel the keys, he, too, stuck them in his pockets. Rachel nearly sighed. They looked like two stray dogs that didn’t know whether to fight or make friends.

“You shouldn’t have done that.” The strain in Nick’s voice made it come out curt and sharp.

“Why the hell not?” Zack shot back. His hands were now balled into fists and straining against denim. “It’s my money. I thought it would be nice to have some music around here. So, do you want to try it out or not?”

There was an ache spreading, twisting in his gut and burning the back of his throat. He had to get out. “I forgot something,” he muttered, and strode stiffly out the door.

“What the hell was that?” Zack exploded. He snatched up his beer, then set it down again before he gave in to the temptation to hurl the bottle against the wall. “If that little son of a—”