Bassist Instinct (The Rocker Series #2) Read Online Free

she had made it clear that she would have been more than willing. He had never mentioned that to Connor, he thought he would find out about the kind of woman he married soon enough, and he did. Tate was extremely relieved when Connor’s son turned out to be the spit of Connor. Genna referred to him his little clone.
    “Where’s Alex?” Tate asked thinking of the boy.
    “He and Xav are expected at chez Fleming in Georgetown with Tess today. We talked to them last night, they plan on causing a riot,” Connor chuckled thinking of Genna’s parents with that handful of energy in their ordinarily staid household. He looked at Genna who somehow read his thoughts, and grinned at him. She was slowing down on the blueberry pancakes after inhaling the first quarter. She was eyeballing Tate’s coffee, but his generosity, it seemed, stopped at the food. Coffee had been making her sick lately, anyway. The waiter came with their drinks and menus which he handed to Connor and Tate.
    “I’ll have the blueberry pancakes since mine were commandeered, and more coffee,” Tate said with a smile at Genna. Connor ordered what he wanted and Genna sat back and smiled at Tate as she put a hand to her baby bump.
    “The nutmeg is very happy, Tate, thank you.”
    “If you’re done I’ll finish them, you’ve hardly made a dent,” Tate said reaching for her plate but Connor leaned back out of Genna’s line of sight and shook his head warningly at him.
    “I’m not done. Right this instant I’m so full I feel ill, but by the time your breakfast comes I’ll be starving again. She’s voracious. I don’t think we passed a single patisserie in Paris without getting something.”
    “And I’m the one who’s put on weight,” Connor said pinching his flat middle. Genna rolled her eyes at him.
    “Genna, when do we shop?” Christie said eagerly. Genna sighed. “I promise to keep you fed.” Christie grinned.
    “Whenever you like, I need a formal gown to accommodate my enhanced belly.” She tapped the nutmeg. “And I’m going to need a nap before tonight or I’ll fall asleep on the mayor.” Connor’s face lit up and Genna sighed again. “A nap for sleep, sorry.”
    “We can do that, too.”
    “I’m so glad you two are here,” Tate said and Ryan screamed again. They all looked his way and saw the syrup dripping off his shoulder and down his chest.

Chapter Two

    The next morning Tate was in the Georgetown Inn, and he woke to the sound of someone moving around his room. He opened his eyes to see a different leggy brunette pulling her exceptionally tight leggings over an exceptionally tight ass. She smiled warmly at him.
    “Sorry to wake you, but I have to go,” she came to the bed and leaned over to kiss him.
    “You’re welcome to stay love, take the day off,” Tate said pulling her back on the bed and kissing her neck. She was tempted, he could tell. He liked her, she was an enthusiastic lover. “Or come back tonight.” She smiled ruefully at him.
    “I’d like to, but my husband will be home in about an hour, and I need to be there. And tonight I’ll be thinking of you while we’re at his parent’s house for Thanksgiving. I enjoyed myself, very much,” she smiled at him and stood.
    “I enjoyed you, too,” he said and she laughed. “Very much.”
    “You certainly lived up to the hype,” she said and he chuckled a little.
    “There’s hype?” He grinned.
    “Oh yeah,” she gave him a little wave at the door and stepped out of the room quietly closing the door behind her.
    “Husband? Huh,” he said under his breath.
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    Fiona Brooks closed the lid of her grand piano and smiled. Nothing relaxed her quite like Debussy’s “Clair de Lune.” It was by far her favorite piece on the planet and she loved to play it. It wasn’t terribly complicated, but it was evocative, and often made her cry her eyes out. But not today. Today she didn’t feel like crying at all, life was good, she was going to meet her