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straight back wood chairs near the baby grand, but she did not sit down. “I left the music sheets at home.”
    “Bella, play with your heart.”
    She joined in with the Stradivarius. Her fingers ran up and down the scales, until she heard the Maestro’s gruff command. Andante … she must remember.
    Tony’s masterful control beckoned her. She stopped and closed her eyes at the end of the first movement to listen to his piano solo.
    He was impulsive, driving. He owned the notes.
    She resumed her part. His piano and her violin flowed together. The notes were a flower spray of light energy against her closed eyelids.
    At first, she did not understand what was happening. The hair on her arms prickled, and then she knew what it was … recognition, of a sort.
    She could not say what was so familiar in this first time they played together.
    She looked into Tony’s eyes and heard another violin and piano. When the concerto ended, their gazes were still locked as she tried to remember where she’d heard it before.
    Had he heard the other set of instruments too? She stopped herself before asking the ridiculous question because his solemn eyes held remnants of desire, and praise.
    ‘Only fools are taken in by praise’ , the Maestro’s voice said in her ear.
    If this is how it feels to be a fool, just call me Village Idiot.
    Tony sauntered over to her. This was the kind of male domination she knew nothing about. She wanted to know everything about it.
    Here was a man with arresting confidence and he was holding back, he thought she wanted that. Here she was wondering what it would be like to kiss him. She held her breath. Will he kiss me now?
    Tony took the violin and placed it on the desk behind her. She stood when he took her hand and moved closer.
    He wrapped his arms around her. “Are you a merciful angel?”
    She placed her arms around his neck, and moved closer still.
    He nipped at her lips, tasting them, searching. When she opened to him, his tongue slipped inside her mouth.
    His slow exploration was a teasing assault on her senses. She followed his questing tongue impatiently, sensing there was so much more with him than she had ever experienced before.
    His kiss was thorough, determined and so relaxing, she wanted to stretch out on a masseuse’s table.
    Angelina burrowed against him, and then she knew.
    He had seemed in complete control of himself, but now she stood cradled between his strong legs and she could feel that he was not. She felt exhilarating satisfaction, but she wanted more. She moved against him.
    Tony groaned against her lips and leaned her back against the desk.
    “You are early. Class does not start for another half hour.”
    Angelina stilled. She looked up at Tony, who ignored the gravelly Italian coming from the doorway. Somehow, her thigh had inched up Tony’s leg. His hand gripped her bottom, pressing her against him.
    “You are in Musical Theory 401, aren’t you?” the man said.
    Tony sighed. “He is not going away, is he?”
    Angelina peeked over Tony’s shoulder. A rotund professor with a balding pate was walking into the room, grinning from ear to ear. She turned back to Tony, shaking her head.
    Tony released her, caressing her thigh as her leg slid down his.
    A quivering giggle escaped her at the promise in his eyes. She turned to gather her violin and case.
    Tony turned to the instructor. “Scusi professore, we were just … practicing.”
    Angelina stifled another giggle. She almost burst out laughing when Tony winked at her.
    Whistling the first movement of the Brandenburg concerto, he took her hand and they walked past the instructor and out of the room.
    * * * *
    Falcon had decided to set up in the bedroom because it was in the back of the apartment and out of plain sight. The room had enough space for his GPS, digital recording and computer gear. The bed was the only surface in the room not covered with equipment.
    Scanning a pile of local police reports, he looked for any