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A wave of dizziness swept through Matt as the nitude of that hit home He’d done more than screw her brains out, he’d laid his hands on her Hard Left marks

No, he couldn’t do it Hoould he ever look Brent in the face ever again?

"Oh hey, Luce" Brent nudged his sister, who continued to look pale "You knohat I found in the basement last week?"

"Not a clue"

"Your accordion"

She choked on a sip of her drink "Please tell ht it with ine why," Lucy snorted

"Oh, I think you knohy You’re playing it"

"When hell freezes over"

Brent shivered "Is it getting cold in here?"

…

You have got to be fking kidding orgeous and unco to be the worst night of ed to convince her to play an accordion in front of these coolly sophisticated Manhattanites, she would never fully understand At first, he’d ift When she’d still balked, he’d led every guest in the vicinity in chanting her name until she’d had no choice but to take the offered instruive in And maybe, juststare

She couldn’t afford to think about it now Or the hurt she’d glimpsed just before he put his mask back in place A hundred pairs of eyes were trained on her Pal It was like she’d been transported back to her fourth-grade talent show She’d practiced for weeks only to be beaten by Becky Kessler’s dance routine, perfore of annoyance over the o

Repressed talent show angst We’ve reached a ne

Everyone aiting for her to say sootten past the hurt and confusion He was angry now Good Better to have hiry At least she could handle that ery with her

She cleared her throat into the silence "Uolf clap Brent whooped from the back of the crowd, but when Hayden punched him in the arm it ended in a yelp Eyes closed, Lucy played a few notes on the piano side of the accordion, hoping like hell she re she had in h the lively song about a young Frenchher virtue in a field, the lyrics co their heads at her, though That was a good sign, right? If she could just ht escape this without requiring ten years’ worth of therapy What were those stupid lyrics? Not a single word ca no one in the rooedy, possibly worse than the Frenchher V-card

J’ai rencontré un bel horave; l’hôtel

Il a fessé mon cul, notre pizza partit

Et je suis en enfer hly translated to:

I met a lovely fellow