**Soren’s POV
Thomas was waiting for me at the end of Rosalie’s driveway, my briefcase in his hand.
I didn’t say anything, but I knew the look on his face. He was afraid I was going to be late for my meeting back in Avondale, and maybe he was right.
Well, Edgar Maul could wait. We had a deal to work out, but until he could come around to my terms, it wasn’t like he was my best pal. I wasn’t eager to see him anyway.
“You look relaxed,” Thomas noted, falling into step beside me as we walked briskly to the waiting limo.
I shook my head. “Piano,” was all I was willing to say.
“So your plan is working,” he replied, pushing the subject. “She liked it?”
“She loved it.” The driver opened the door, and I slid in, Thomas following me. I remembered Rosalie’s face when she saw the piano across
