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KATRINA HESITATED OUTSIDE the door of her husband’s office. She thought he might have heard her entering the church, but he was bent over his desk, probably looking at numbers for the budget he’d have to present at the next elders’ meeting.
She cleared her throat. “Hey.”
He glanced up just long enough for her to know he’d seen her. “Hey.” He scribbled something on a page, then asked, “Is it time for your teacher to be here already?”
She spun her ring around her finger. “Well, that’s what I wanted to ask you. I tried calling him to see if we could meet here, but I couldn’t get through, and his voice mailbox was full.” Why did her face feel so hot?
Greg reached for his calculator. “Just go to the school. He’s probably expecting you there like normal. I could use some quiet around here while I go over these numbers anyway.”
She didn’t realize until then that her husband’s somewhat distracted response was exactly what she’d been hoping for. She hurried back home to grab what she’d need for her lesson. After a moment’s deliberation, she decided to bring her violin along too.
Ever since last night, she’d been trying to think of a way to tell Miles about her experience singing. By the time she pulled into the school parking lot, she could hardly contain her giddiness. When she saw his truck in front of the building and the light coming from the music room, her pulse raced.
She hurried down the empty hallways, telling herself that she was moving quickly to warm up from the cold. She burst through the door of Miles’ room, nearly breathless from her flight.
He’d been stacking up some chairs by the door but paused when she entered.
“You look different.”
She froze a few feet away from him. She wasn’t sure what might have changed her appearance unless it was the biting cold outside or her brisk walk through the school.
He cocked his head to the side, still staring at her with that frank intensity that made her feel like he could read each and every one of her thoughts. He beckoned her in. “Come on. Over here by the piano. And while you warm up from the cold out there, why don’t you tell me why your face is practically glowing.”