My Billionaire Ex- Husband’s Nemesis
"A song isn't for forgetting the cold, Marcus. It's for reminding your blood that it's still warm. Play something from the saltwater, Julian something the coastal road remembers."
Julian smiled, bringing the pale willow pipe to his lips. He blew a soft, low lead in note that hovered in the warm air, then launched into a rolling, rhythmic sea melody a song of high tides, ironwood ships, and the long, sweeping horizon where the grey water met the sky.
To our surprise, Marcus didn't just listen. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and joined in with a deep, surprisingly rich baritone voice that filled every corner of the high-ceilinged room.
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