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And been treated to a snarled “What?” and a ain, Marco Santini, all six feet three inches of gorgeous male, with a look on his face that made it absolutely clear he felt the exact same way

CHAPTER SIX

Emily stared at the apparition that was Marco Santini He stared back Then he took a step forward

“Emily?”

“Mr Santini?”

“It’s Marco And what—”

And what are you doing here? he’d almost said, but from the look on her face he suspected she was about to ask him the same question

“I don’t—I didn’t—” Her gaze swept past hi to him “Where’s the piano?”

“The what?”

“The piano”

Marco shook his head “What piano?”

“The one I’m here to play”

“Wednesday,” he said, “you’re playing on—”

“Oh, I know that But I assume Mrs Barrett—”

“Mrs Barnett,” he said, as if it mattered “It’s Jane Barnett”