Susan Mallery - Sweet Talk

Then she remembered the other four hundred plus people who had paid to hear her play. She bowed once and walked to the piano, then sat down.

The concert hall went still. She could feel the expectation filling the space. She put her hands on the keys and began to play.

The music was familiar-an old friend who greeted her with a perfect combination of notes. The ebb and flow of the piece filled her body, then spilled out, transporting her to another plane where there was only amazing beauty in the form of sound.

She forgot about the crowd, she forgot to be nervous. She had found herself again, in this place. It was as it had always been.

No, it was different, she thought in a small corner of her mind. Better. More connected. It was as if by loving, by opening herself to the possibilities, the pain and the hope, she’d become one with the universe.

She was aware of Wyatt, of his watchful attention. She felt only support, though, and it gave her energy and focus. She moved her body as she played, allowing herself to give everything, and when she touched that very last key, she was drained as she had never been before.

There was silence at the end, as there had been at the beginning, but this was different. She looked up and saw amazement in their faces. It was as if she’d managed to stun even the most seasoned patron. As one, the audience rose to their feet and applauded. They screamed her name. A few wiped away tears.

She stood, her exhausted legs trembling to keep her upright. Satisfaction and pride filled her. She smiled and bowed.

As she rose, she met Wyatt’s gaze and saw something there. Need. Maybe even hope and she allowed herself to believe anything was possible.

“O H, MY G OD !” L ISA CRIEDas the curtains closed for the fourth and final time. “That was amazing. I’ve never heard you play like that. People are going to be talking about this performance for weeks. Whatever you did out there in Seattle worked.”

Claire smiled. “Apparently I really needed a vacation.”

“It’s more than that. You’ve changed as an artist. You’re more…” Her manager frowned. “I want to say mature, but that’s not the right word. You’ve found something inside of yourself that was never there before. You’re one with the music.”

“Thank you.”

Lisa sighed. “Ah, they come. Your adoring public. I’ll do my best to keep away the crazies.”

Claire turned to greet those who had the inside track to getting backstage. She remembered enough names to make a good impression and appreciated all the kind words, but her attention was elsewhere, wondering when she would see Wyatt and Amy.

“Riveting. I’ve never heard that piece played so well.”

“The best I’ve ever heard.”

“Dazzling.”

“Extraordinary.”

Claire thanked them, knowing she couldn’t take full credit for what had happened. There was a part of her that had finally been set free, but it wasn’t a conscious act on her part. She suspected it had a lot to do with facing down her fear and growing up, but she wasn’t about to explain that to anyone. Except maybe her family.

At one point, she saw Lisa talking to Wyatt and pointing to the rear of the stage. As that was the way to Claire’s dressing room, she relaxed, knowing they would be there when she was finally able to get away.

Thirty minutes later, she escaped and made her way to her dressing room. She opened the door, her heart thundering, her stomach swirling with anticipation.

Amy launched herself. “I miss you,” she signed as she flew across the room.

Claire caught her and hugged her. “I missed you, too,” she signed, but she only had eyes for Wyatt.

He stood by her dressing table, looking gorgeous and hunky in his tux. She’d missed him so much, she ached, and seeing him now only brought all that pain to the surface. She wanted to go to him, but she knew she had to wait until she found out why he was here. He might simply be delivering the papers she’d left with him.

There was a knock at her door. Lisa stuck in her head.

“I promised Amy a tour of the orchestra pit,” her manager said and held out her hand. “We’ll be about twenty minutes.”

“Thanks,” Wyatt said.

Amy grinned at Claire then skipped out the door.

When the door closed behind them, Claire said, “Lisa’s not really a kid person, but she should be able to manage a tour.”

“Amy’s talked about learning to play drums after she gets her implant,” Wyatt said.

“Technically, in an orchestra, they’re percussionists.”

“Amy’s thinking more about a rock band.”

“Then she’ll be a drummer.”

Wyatt shoved his hands into his slacks’ front pockets. “You were incredible.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ve heard you play before. In the studio at Nicole’s house and at Amy’s school. This was different.”

“I had accompaniment.”

“Not only because of that. It was something different.”

Her heart pounded so hard her chest hurt. She wanted to believe that things were going to work out, but suddenly she wasn’t sure. He wouldn’t look at her. That couldn’t be good.

“This is who you are,” he said. “I knew in my head that you were some famous pianist, but I didn’t know what that meant.”

She wanted to collapse on the floor. Whatever Wyatt had been going to say, he’d changed his mind. Something about the night had scared him away.

She wanted to scream out her protest. They could still make it work. Only that wasn’t her decision alone. It had to be his, too, and if he couldn’t handle who and what she was, better to know now.

Which was a great intellectual argument, but it made her heart scream in protest.

“I was going to ask you to come back to Seattle,” he said, finally looking at her. “To relocate there. I was going to try to convince you that you belonged there. With your sisters and with me and Amy.”

Was? Was? And now what?

“I was going to tell you that I’ve been a total ass about the baby, about us. My only excuse is that you scare the hell out of me, Claire. You make me feel things. I can’t play by my rules when it comes to you because I can’t not care. You’re exactly who I’ve been waiting for all my life.”

He pulled his hands out of his pockets and moved toward her. “I was going to tell you that I love you. I’ve never said that before, not romantically. I didn’t love Shanna. Maybe that’s really why she left. I figured I’d never fall in love. Then you showed up. You were so beautiful, but you were also so giving. You’re smart and funny and you love my daughter. You said you even love me.”

She felt tears burning in her eyes. It was everything she wanted to hear and she knew it still wasn’t going to be okay.

“I can’t ask you to give this up,” he continued. “That’s what I didn’t get before. I can’t ask you to move your life to Seattle.”

She wanted to tell him that of course she could. There were flights to New York all the time. She could live anywhere. But maybe he was looking for an excuse. As much as it hurt, she had to let him back out if that’s what he’d decided.

“You’re having a baby,” he said. “We’re having a baby. I’m not walking away from our child, or from you. So we’ll figure it out. I can’t leave my business right now, but I’ll finish up the projects I have and Amy and I will join you here. I can get a job, or start a new company. Or open a branch office. Whatever. My point is, Claire, I’m not going to ask you to give up anything for me. I love you. I want to be with you. I want you to be happy, and if you need to be in New York, then Amy and I will move.”