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Chapters (65)
  1. Cover
  2. Prologue
  3. Chapter One
  4. Chapter Two
  5. Chapter Three
  6. Chapter Four
  7. Chapter Five
  8. Chapter Six
  9. Chapter Seven
  10. Chapter Eight
  11. Chapter Nine
  12. Chapter Ten
  13. Chapter Eleven
  14. Chapter Twelve
  15. Chapter Thirteen
  16. Chapter Fourteen
  17. Chapter Fifteen
  18. Chapter Sixteen
  19. Chapter Seventeen
  20. Chapter Eighteen
  21. Chapter Nineteen
  22. Chapter Twenty
  23. Chapter Twenty-One
  24. Chapter Twenty-Two
  25. Chapter Twenty-Three
  26. Chapter Twenty-Four
  27. Chapter Twenty-Five
  28. Chapter Twenty-Six
  29. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  30. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  31. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  32. Chapter Thirty
  33. Chapter Thirty-One
  34. Chapter Thirty-Two
  35. Chapter Thirty-Three
  36. Chapter Thirty-Four
  37. Chapter Thirty-Five
  38. Chapter Thirty-Six
  39. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  40. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  41. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  42. Chapter Forty
  43. Chapter Forty-One
  44. Chapter Forty-Two
  45. Chapter Forty-Three
  46. Chapter Forty-Four
  47. Chapter Forty-Five
  48. Chapter Forty-Six
  49. Chapter Forty-Seven
  50. Chapter Forty-Eight
  51. Chapter Forty-Nine
  52. Chapter Fifty
  53. Chapter Fifty-One
  54. Chapter Fifty-Two
  55. Chapter Fifty-Three
  56. Chapter Fifty-Four
  57. Chapter Fifty-Five
  58. Acknowledgments
  59. P.S. Insights, Interviews & More . . .*
  60. About the Author
  61. About the Book
  62. Read On
  63. Praise for Susan Lewis and Her Books
  64. Also by Susan Lewis
  65. About the Publisher

“Let’s just say I would have been disappointed if you hadn’t, but do you realize this is the first time we’ve actually been out on a date, just the two of us?”

She feigned shock. “This is a date?” she whispered, pressing a hand to her heart as she glanced around to see if anyone was listening.

Staging his own pretense, he said, “Are we supposed to call it something else? An audition for the concert?”

With a laugh she said, “Just as well neither of us is trying out for that. I don’t know which one of us is more embarrassing with our nonexistent knowledge of current sounds.”

“Thank goodness we have your granddaughter and her musically gifted friends to mask our shame.” He signaled the waiter to top up their glasses. “Speaking of whom, how are rehearsals going for her school Christmas concert tomorrow?”

Marcy rolled her eyes and sighed. “Let’s just say that she’s so wound up about it that we’re afraid to talk to her, although she can’t talk about anything else.”

“Does she always get like that during the run-up to a performance?”

With a shake of her head, Marcy said, “She never used to, but she was younger then and this is the first time since we’ve been here that she’s committed to playing a solo.” Jasmine used to love nothing more than performing in front of an audience before Marcus had stopped it, she was thinking; now, not surprisingly, it was taking time for her to get her confidence back. “I think she’s just nervous about being up there in front of so many of her friends,” she continued airily. “You know the way teens are—much more self-conscious than during their earlier years.” She smiled fondly. “She’ll be fine once she’s underway and lost in the music.”

“I’m sure she will,” he agreed, “and I’m very sorry to be missing it. I’ve heard from her coach that she’s an outstanding student. One of the best he’s had.”

“You know Anton,” she said in surprise. “Oh no, don’t tell me, he was once one of your clients?”

“He was, but he’s also a good friend going back over many years, and he taught my son the violin before it became evident we were wasting our money. Now tell me what your plans are for Christmas, so I can imagine where you are and what you’re doing.”