Page 47 of Royally Wed
“So have Andrew Lloyd Weber, Paul McCartney, and Adele.”
He gave a little shrug, feigning nonchalance. “That’s all?”
“It seems like I’m forgetting someone, doesn’t it? Who could it be?” Amelia’s forehead creased in mocked concentration. “Oh, I remember. Asher Reed. Do you know him? American. Quite charming when he’s not scolding the palace dogs.”
“He sounds delightful.”
“You have no idea.” Her cheeks went pink, and she looked away.
Asher gave hershoulder a little bump with his. “Thank you for this. It’s been a while since I played anything just for fun. Maybe I should do it more often.”
She smiled. “My castle is your castle.”
Only when no one else is around.
Asher didn’t say it, of course. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. She’d done something kind for him, something that might actually help. He’d been so caught up in his career thathe’d forgotten the joy of playing a song, the simple delight of a C chord.
But the words were there—beneath the lingering glances, the wistful smiles. Beneath the music.
Always, always there.
