It was written in gold ink, but he recognized her handwriting. A quick check of his calendar revealed no appointments after 3, so he promptly blocked ...ut from 4 on as personal business and sat back in his chair, thinking and wondering what she had in mind. Is she finally going to let me hear her play? In all the time he'd known her, she'd never played for just him. He'd heard her play with some of her students, and as part of a group, but never as a soloist. This was one thing she had said she. "Do you have to be somewhere?" Tiffany asked."Nah, that's my 'beer o'clock' alarm."Tiffany had to choke back a laugh. "You have an alarm for that?" I try not to drink before noon. Some bullshit study said that people who drink before noon are much more likely to end up alcoholics. So I avoid that." Gilbert's grin said that this was a running joke. He did get up to grab a beer, though."Would you like one?" he called from the refrigerator."Um, sure, I guess," Tiffany answered. She wasn't a big. Is Juliet up here? Yes maam. We were just talking about the house and everyone. Nothing really important, but she wanted to ask me something so I invited her in. Mother nodded and walked away, waving the remark aside. She had her information. I turned and walked inside the room. Juliet looked at me with a smile on her face. How did you see her? I grinned. I didnt. I had a feeling someone was listening. Just a talent I guess. I shrugged and she cocked an eyebrow at me. I swear an arrow pierced. "Well, time to stay in and stay safe," he thought. The first order ofbusiness was unplugging his TV, shutting off his phone, and powering downhis computer. He wasn't going to let any temptation come easily. Hetexted his boss saying he had the flu, grabbed a book he'd been meaningto read off the shelf and settled in for a long two weeks.He fell asleep again just a short while later (boy that sickly vixen hadreally drained him) and when he woke up again it was dark. The firstthing he noticed was.