The Shy Bride by Lucy Monroe Read Free Book Online

I’m a moderately successful musician. I don’t even tour.”
    “You are a brilliant musician with a large fan base, despite your unwillingness to do live performances. You should have implemented additional home security long ago.”
    “I can see your point of view, but it’s skewed by your lifestyle.” She sounded just a tad desperate, though he couldn’t begin to understand why. “You’ve got to be able to see that.”
    “I prefer not to waste time in useless argument.”
    “Good.”
    “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
    She was still spluttering when he disconnected the line.
    Cass glared at the phone, and then picked it up and dialed the number that showed up on her caller ID.
    He picked up on the first ring. “Further argument will only serve to annoy me.”
    “How interesting.” Neo really must get an unhealthy dose of arrogance with his morning coffee. “It is customary to say goodbye when hanging up. Please remember that in future.”
    “Duly noted. Goodbye.”
    “Goodbye.”
    She distinctly heard a chuckle as he once again ended the call.
    Smiling for no reason she could fathom, especially considering what she had just agreed to, Cass went back to practicing her piece. When a certain set of green eyes kept interrupting her flow of thoughts and she found her fingers moving in a Vivaldi concerto segment she found particularly passionate, Cass knew she was in trouble.
    True to his word, Neo arrived at exactly 10:00 a.m. the following morning. Her hair in a smooth French twist and wearing a bright pink Jackie-O style dress with matching jacket for courage, Cass was waiting for him in the music room, but she heard the low purr of his Mercedes as he pulled into her driveway.
    She couldn’t even pretend to play to settle her nerves. Neo was bringing a stranger who was going to make changes to her home. Changes that she would still be getting used to when his year’s worth of lessons were over.
    He rang the bell, but tried the handle as she had suspected he would. She heard the latch give and then footsteps. The door shut. More footsteps, Neo’s distinctive purposeful tread and a quieter walk, though no less confident.
    A few seconds later, Neo led a shorter, blond-haired man into her music room.
    “Cassandra.” The tycoon gave her a chiding look. “You left the door unlocked. You said you wouldn’t.”
    “I only unlocked it a few minutes ago. I knew you would be on time.”
    Frowning, he shook his head. “What if traffic had prevented our timely arrival?”
    “It wouldn’t dare.”
    He didn’t ask why she hadn’t simply waited to let them in when they arrived and she was grateful. She had needed this one small coping mechanism this morning.
    Having the security consultant over was such a simple thing, one that would not bother normal people, but Cass wasn’t normal. She’d figured that out long before she understood what her idiosyncrasies would mean in her life.
    Taking a firm grip on her irrational sense of dread, she turned to face the blond man. “I’m Cassandra Baker. Welcome to my home.”
    The security consultant put his hand out, “Cole Geary. It’s an honor to meet you, Miss Baker. I’m a huge fan. I’ve got all your CDs.”
    She shook the man’s hand and gave him her smile for public consumption. “Mr. Geary, it’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m glad you like my music. It’s the joy of my life.”
    “You can tell, the way you play, I mean.”
    Neo cleared his throat, giving them both his look that was probably supposed to mean, “Wasting time here, people.”
    Cole’s expression went from open admiration to professional in a single blink. “Mr. Stamos has expressed some concern over your security here. Would it be all right if we took a look at the premises before I make any preliminary suggestions?”
    The proper response would have been, “Of course not.” Only she didn’t want Cole Geary in her home. No matter how big a fan, or how nice he seemed.
    “I don’t