"Huh…" the single sound of surprise escaped Kaija.
Was that the reason Charles had told her he hated the song she sang for him last time?
"All right then, I get it," she said, eyes drifting toward the ceiling as if the lyrics were floating somewhere up there. "If you don't like this one either, then I'm afraid my taste just isn't your taste."
With one last sip of her wine and a deep breath drawn into her lungs, her lips parted and the lyrics flowed out.
Whenever I need you, you're out of touch.
The words you're telling me, they're rough.
No matter how many times I've tried to be tough.
I'll never be good enough.
…
The further she moved into the song, the quieter the silver in his eyes became.
The jealousy he had carefully hidden beneath its depths lifted at last. Any lingering thoughts of his younger half-brother, or the ex still troubling her mind, slipped straight out the window.
