Total pages in book: 196
Estimated words: 188002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 940(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 188002 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 940(@200wpm)___ 752(@250wpm)___ 627(@300wpm)
Ditra is right, I have to forget the strange comments from the psychic and focus my thoughts on the positive things happening in my life with Lyric and Blue.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Lyric and I are meeting Blue at the park. Our park. It was Blue’s idea, and it feels right—to go back to the place we first met. The park is common ground, and a familiar place where Lyric feels safe and comfortable. Her school is nearby, and I bring her there sometimes because she loves the swings. There have been times, however, when I have avoided this park when I was especially upset or angry with Blue.
But those days are in the past, and hopefully will stay there where they belong.
Today is all about new beginnings.
Blue is already here waiting at our old favorite picnic table with his guitar case, and a Celtic harp. Lyric tugs on my hand as we get closer, and I can feel the excitement and nervousness emanating from her.
“Mommy, is that really him?”
I smile down at her. “Yes, that’s him.” She looks adorable today in blue jeans, tiny black combat boots, a white top, and a faded, distressed denim jacket. Her blond hair has been growing like a weed and is well past her shoulders now.
“He has a guitar... and a harp.” Her voice is soft and whispery with awe.
“He certainly does.”
Blue flew in on a private plane last night and insisted on bringing the harp he purchased for Lyric with him so he could give it to her himself. My first thought was to say no. I didn’t want him trying to buy Lyric’s acceptance, or spoiling her from day one. Then I realized this was about music for him. His passion. Giving his daughter her first musical instrument is much more than a gift. He’s hoping they share a talent and it will help them bond.
I hope so, too.
He’s smiling nervously as we approach, and stands to give me a quick, friendly hug which feels incredibly awkward considering this man has ravaged every inch of my body numerous times. Lyric hangs on to my hand tighter, and I squeeze hers back reassuringly.
“Lyric, this is your dad. His name is Blue.”
“Like the color?” she asks.
Blue laughs. “Yup, like the color.”
She cranes her neck to look up at him. “You’re really tall.”
Lyric has definitely inherited my petite genes. She’s shorter than all her classmates and looks much younger than most of them.
Blue kneels down in front of her and winks affectionately.
“Is that better?” he asks.
She nods, smiling shyly. “Much.”
“I’m really glad to finally meet you, Lyric. You have a beautiful name.”
“Thank you.”
“Why don’t we sit down,” I suggest, sensing a bit of shyness between them. Blue flashes me a grateful smile as we sit on the wooden bench. It warms my heart when Lyric chooses to sit between us.
“You have an earring,” Lyric observes, pointing to the feather that still flutters against Blue’s mane of hair. I can’t believe it’s lasted for so many years.
“It’s the feather of a pet bird I used to have.”
This, of course, fascinates her. “You had a pet bird? He didn’t fly away?”
He nods. “Birds make great pets, and no, he didn’t fly away.”
“How come?”
“I don’t think he knew he could.”
She giggles. “That’s silly. All birds fly.” She turns to me. “Right, Mom?”
“Usually, but I think it’s possible some don’t. Or maybe they just don’t want to.”
“I heard you want to learn to play the harp,” Blue says, bringing the harp closer. It’s bigger than I pictured, a little over three feet tall, and made of a beautiful tiger maple wood. “I have a friend who plays the harp, and she told me this one would be perfect for you. It used to be hers when she was a teenager.”
Lyric stares at the harp with wide eyes. “It’s for me?”
“It is... and guess what?”
“What?” she asks excitedly.
“She taught me how to play ‘Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star’ on it, so now I can teach you.”
The sheer look of amazement on Lyric’s face almost makes my heart burst with happiness.
“Can you play it for me?” she asks.
Grinning, he pulls the harp closer to him. He places his large hands on the strings, and plays an absolutely beautiful, angelic version of the simple lullaby. Something about his tattooed fingers moving over the elegant instrument is incredibly sexy. I shouldn’t be thinking such thoughts right now, but damn, I can’t help it. He just oozes so much subtle sexiness. I want to kiss him in the worst way but we agreed not to be too kissy feely in front of Lyric until she feels comfortable around him.
“That was beautiful,” I say when he finishes. “But I’m not at all surprised.”
He lets out a low whistle. “I’m surprised. I’m not used to all these strings.”
“Can you teach me now?” Lyric asks. “Just like you just played it?”