“Will you—” She broke off. God, she was pushing her luck. From his explanation, she sensed he didn’t share this part of himself with many people.

It didn’t line up with the image of ruthless business tycoon. But in this moment, she wanted to see his clever, talented fingers fly over those strings. To witness him coax beautiful music from that instrument. To watch him lower that damnable shield and let her in . “Will you play for me?”

He stared at her, and her heart thudded ...