Monday, December 14, 2009

monday's excerpt

Rosetta played.

She started on the lower, thicker strings, making the notes tip-toe—sneaky, light steps at a 1-2 count.

Carter immediately felt her aura, how the room became hers, resonated. He noticed her feet, her stance—like that of an archer. One foot on the target, the other angled for balance. He admired her strong foundation, but longed to know her higher levels, her femininity.

He met her sister's glance, and she closed her lips over her teeth—shy—yet her eyes were fearless and remained fixed on his.