CHAPTER 24
IT WASN’T UNTIL SHE heard the pounding on the door and glanced at the clock that she realized she’d been playing for over two hours. Unlike her voice, which could only withstand fifteen or twenty minutes of hard and focused practice, on her violin she felt like she was only warming up.
She hurried to the church entrance, wondering who would be stopping by. It was after eight, which in Orchard Grove time was akin to about eleven in the city. The sun had set, and glancing out the window she noticed that Greg had already shoveled the walkway.
Why hadn’t he called her home sooner? Was he mad she’d come over here?
She opened the door with an apology on her tongue, except it wasn’t Greg.
“Miles?”
He smiled down at her. How was it that she hadn’t realized how tall he was until no
