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me. It’s hard to hear clearly over the crowd and ocean, but it sounds great from here.” She hopped to her feet and dusted off the sand. “Let’s walk over there.”
    Rodeo was licking the last bits of food off the stick. “I’m wondering if I should first buy a deep fried Twinkie. Seems like the most logical follow up dessert.”
    I pushed to my feet. “You do realize that an extra fifty pounds around that gut of yours might make the backflip on a bike a little more challenging.”
    Rodeo shrugged. “But I’d bounce a lot better if I hit the ground.”
    We headed in the direction of the music. “Last of the Mohicans theme song,” Sayler noted as we neared a sizable group of onlookers.
    “I’m no music expert,” Cole said. “But that sounds damn good.”
    I was holding back a smile, and he caught it. “What’s so funny?” he asked.
    Kensington answered for me. “You grew up in Nicky King’s house, but you’re no music expert.”
    “It is pretty pathetic, isn’t it? Guess not every kid had their dad bellow out rock tunes for bedtime. Growing up, silence was like music in our house.”
    “Yeah, you had it rough all right,” Rodeo quipped as we neared the corner that was now filled with people gathering to listen to the music. “Let me get my violin.”
    Kensington peered through an opening in the crowd. “Speaking of violins . . .” She glanced back at me. “. . . and neighbors.”
    I stretched up higher to see over the heads. And there she was, the girl who I’d already defined as pure and utter daylight was standing in the center of a rapt group of people, people who didn’t necessarily look like the type who would appreciate a violin solo or Celtic music, for that matter. Every face in the crowd watched in awe and with good reason.
    Jami’s long lashes cast a fluttery shadow over her pink cheeks and the spray of freckles as her thin arm moved the bow back and forth over the strings. The sound emanating from the instrument was deep and smooth and completely mesmerizing. It blotted out all the surrounding noise. The music streamed from beneath her fingers, holding every person in the circle captive. I couldn’t draw my eyes away from the musician. Jami was incredible, but with that violin on her shoulder, she was nothing short of breathtaking.
    “Damn,” Cole whispered next to me.
    Seductive. It was the only word I could think of to describe the sounds floating through the air. I thought briefly back to Jami and my discussion about Paganini. A little . She’d told me that she played a little. Liar. A beautiful, sneaky liar.
    A round of applause rang out when she finished the song. Plenty of coins and bills were being tossed into her open violin case. She caught a glimpse of me standing in the sea of faces and winked.
    Cole caught the gesture and put his hand on my shoulder. “Guess I won’t hold my breath about you moving back in with us. Not with a woman like that living right above your head.”
    After a haunting, stunning rendition of Guns and Rose’s Sweet Child O’ Mine, Jami bowed to her audience and thanked them for listening. More than one onlooker stopped to have a conversation with her.
    Rodeo knuckled me on the arm. “You have my full approval, dude. Not that you needed it, but you have it.”
    “Yeah, I’ll rest a lot easier tonight knowing that.”
    Kensington was reading something on her phone. “You said her name was Jami Holliday, right? In fact, looking at the pictures, I’m sure this is the right girl.” She tilted the phone to get a clearer view. “It says she was a child prodigy. She was already playing with professional symphonies at the age of eight.” Kensington looked up at me. “How cool is that? You’re living downstairs from a girl who people have nicknamed ‘the female Paganini of modern times’.”
    I glanced across to where Jami was standing. Her warm, friendly smile had her surrounding fans just as entranced as when they were listening to her