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been struggling for a few weeks with an incessant tickle in my throat, that’s all, but I am medicating.”
    Concern etched Callum’s face. “Is it sore?”
    “A little.”
    “You should see a doctor.”
    “I’m sure by the time rehearsals start, it will have cleared.” She looked left and right. “So, which way?”
    Callum linked his arm around hers. “The car’s across the road.” He pointed to the red Beetle parked beneath a streetlamp.
    Skye’s eyes widened. With its covering of snow, it looked like a giant, red velvet cupcake. Being back inside that car would be just as sweet. With a squeal, she brought her hands to her mouth, blocking the vapor that escaped. “You still have her? I can’t believe it.” She ran across the street, leaving Callum trailing behind.
    Turning, she rubbed her hands together. “Hurry. It’s cold out here.”
    As soon as Callum unlocked the door, Skye bundled inside the car. She breathed deep of the familiar smell while Callum ran around to the other side. Leaning over, she pulled the door handle back to unlock his door.
    He fell into the driver’s seat. “Thank you.”
    Overcome with nostalgia, Skye wrapped her arms around Callum before he could say another word, and pressed her lips to his, desperate to reclaim sixteen years.
    He responded with the same urgency.
    By the time they emerged, the windows had misted. Skye sat up and smoothed her hair into place. “I-I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.” She ran a fingertip over her lips and gave Callum a fleeting glance before staring out of the milky windshield. “You’re not married, are you?” She daren’t look at him for fear of his answer.
    “No.”
    She turned to face him. “Engaged?”
    Callum shook his head, grinning as his fingers trailed her leg. “I’m not.”
    The way he said “I’m not” confused Skye. “Not engaged?”
    “I’m not sorry you kissed me. And, no, I’m not engaged either.”
    She placed her hand over Callum’s, eased her fingers between his, and lowered her gaze to the dash, focusing on the round speedometer in front of the steering wheel. She breathed in deep. “Neither am I.”
    “Not engaged?”
    “Not sorry. Not engaged. ”
    With a smile, Callum started the car and pulled into the road. Silence reigned during the drive to Skye’s hotel.
    What just happened?
    Callum parked in the hotel lot and switched off the engine. He turned toward her. How like the Phantom he looked, one side of his face bathed in moonlight, the other masked in the shadows. But he, Callum McGuire, was her angel of music. Always had been.
    “Do you want to come up to my suite for coffee?”
    “Do you think that’s wise?”
    “I promise I won’t kiss you again. Yet.”
    A low chuckle rumbled from his lips. “That’s not what I meant. Do you think it’s wise to drink coffee now? You’re tired, and keeping you awake half the night won’t help you.”
    “I’m sure I saw sachets of decaf.” Skye reached for him and slid her arm around his waist. “Besides, would that be such a bad thing? We have a lot of catching up to do. I want to hear everything you’ve been up to.”
    “Not as much as I want to hear about your life in Australia and how you became a star.”
    She grinned. “Maybe I should hold off on the decaf.”
    He gently rubbed his thumb against the side of her arm. “You don’t have to do this tonight. We can take a raincheck.”
    Skye pointed to the windshield. The snow had given way to drizzle. “In case you hadn’t noticed, it’s raining now.”
    “Why don’t you rest up tonight and join us tomorrow for Christmas Eve? My ma’s cooking her traditional Scottish Christmas dinner.”
    Was he trying to dissuade her? Surely not. He’d invited her to the most special evening one could share. With his family.
    “I’d love that. Still, won’t you come upstairs for a while? The fresh air has woken me, and I really want to talk with you. We didn’t get to do that tonight, and