He returned to the suite feeling relief that the sub was no longer there, but neither was Stephon. Matt picked up his favorite guitar, sank into the plush cushions of the couch, and began playing. He was no Krispin Righteous, the lead singer of their band, but he'd trained in classical music and tended to revert when troubling thoughts filled his brain. The hard rock band-bunnies would think he'd grown a second head if they heard the soft romantic melody of Brahms, which was never meant for ...