Daniel chuckled. Whoever that poor girl was, he hoped his family was paying her well.<br />And then, finally, she lifted her fingers from the keys as Daisy began her painful violin solo. He watched her exhale, stretching her fingers, and then . . .<br /><br />She looked up.<br /><br />Time stopped. It simply stopped. It was the most maudlin and clichéd way of describing it, but those few seconds when her face was lifted toward his . . . they stretched and pulled, melting into eternity.<br /><br />She was beautiful. But that didn’t explain it. He’d seen beautiful women before. He’d slept with plenty of them, even. But this . . . Her . . . She . . .<br /><br />Even his thoughts were tongue-tied.