CHAPTER 23
FROM THE SOUND OF GREG’S muffled voice on the other side of his office door, Katrina guessed whoever called wasn’t very happy. Greg was using his placating tone, the one he’d perfected whenever he was apologizing to someone at the church for failing to shovel the walkway or making excuses for his wife who’d allegedly left a light on in the church basement.
Any thoughts she’d held about making tonight sweet and romantic were lost. Oh, well. Something had happened in her today, a spark or awakening that she couldn’t explain. When she’d gotten home from her voice lessons, she’d jumped straight into cooking dinner, but now that she had a little extra time, she wanted to play her violin. Alone this time. See if somehow Miles’ magic that had unlocked her diaphragm, giving her the co
