CHAPTER 13
“I THOUGHT YOU SAID you’d just play melody during the chorus.” Greg rested his forearm against the side of his guitar.
Katrina tried to meet his glare. Over the past half an hour in the sanctuary, she had practiced her exit speech a dozen times. This wasn’t working. She couldn’t do it. He had to realize that. Instead, she just mumbled, “Sorry.”
He placed his pick on the music stand. “Look, if you don’t want to do this, just say so. It’ll go faster if I practice by myself anyway.”
She knew he didn’t mean what he said. He was offering her an out, but if she took it, he’d make her regret it. A subtle jab, a sideways glance, somehow she’d have to pay. She closed her eyes. Felt the bow between her fingers. Could she ever find that balance she was looking for?
“So are you doing m
