Free Dancing on a Moonbeam (Bedford Falls Book 1) by Kate Perry Page A

weave all the styles of dance into a coherent movement. I always envied that." Anya's voice firmed. "Yes, you'll choreograph for me."
    "No, you'll come guest teach for me."
    "When pigs fly, darling." Her friend snorted. "It's not my destiny to wipe snot from babies in leotards."
    "And mine isn't to choreograph."  
    "How do you know?" Anya pushed. "You haven't tried. You'd be brilliant at it. I can already see it."
    She shook her head. "You need glasses then."
    Anya laughed. "You're still the same, Eleanor, and that gives me hope. Because the Eleanor Westwood who I knew had dance in her soul. I'll find her again. You want me to find her, or you wouldn't have called me."
    She frowned. "I called you to help me."
    "And that's what I'm going to do," Anya said before she hung up.
    "Why did that sound like a threat?" Eleanor mumbled as she put her phone down.

Chapter 14

    Max sat at the piano, staring at the blank sheets in front of him. All morning, there'd been the most perfect absolute silence that he'd ever heard in his entire life.
    He couldn't concentrate worth a damn. What was wrong with him?
    What was wrong with him was that his guilt was magnified in the echo of the silence.
    He set his pencil down and raked his hair. Maybe if he apologized to Eleanor, he'd be able to go back to writing his music.
    Except the only apology she'd take was him withdrawing his complaint, but having the noise start up again wasn't in his favor.  
    The other thing that wasn't in his favor: time. He was running out of it. The score was due in a little over two weeks, and he had a big, fat nothing done.
    What if he couldn't write this piece?
    Well, that was easy—he'd be out the opportunity to work with Duggan Richter.  
    He shook his head. Not going to happen. He'd worked too hard to let it all fall apart.  
    So what was he going to do to get on track?  
    He had no idea.
    Getting up, he put on shoes and went out the back door. He started out toward the pond, but then a rustling in the bushes between Liam's house and Eleanor's made him pause.
    A small animal?  
    He saw a flash of sunlit hair and an excitement rose in him. It was Eleanor.
    Without thought, he walked toward her.
    Her head popped up as he approached, and her beautiful eyes narrowed at him. "Shouldn't you be reveling in the quietude?" she asked with a sarcastic bite, yanking something from the ground.
    "What are you doing?" he asked, eyeing the pile of uprooted plants next to her.
    "Not a Mensa candidate, are you?" She tugged on another one.  
    He watched her struggle with it. It fought her, clinging to the ground for dear life. She grunted softly as she tried to work it out of the ground.  
    He listened to her exhalations, trying not to let his imagination run away with him. Only it didn't help that her cheeks were flushed and there was a fine sheen of sweat in the valley at the opening of her top.
    Like she was being thoroughly pleasured in bed.
    He felt the desire rise up, but he swallowed it back. He would not think of his gorgeous neighbor that way, even if she sounded like his most lusty dream.  
    Besides, she was Liam's gorgeous neighbor, not his.
    She made another sexy sound, leaning forward so her shirt fell away from her body, giving him a view of the swells of her breasts…
    Which were completely naked.
    "For God's sake." Why wasn't she wearing a bra? First the robe, now this. If this was her revenge, it was working.
    Averting his gaze from the dusky-tipped peaks, he stepped forward and grabbed for the plant. Only because he was trying not to peep, he missed the plant and his hand landed on hers.
    She looked up at him. "What are you doing?"
    He didn't think she'd appreciate him saying Trying not to kiss you , so he said, "I'm helping you."
    She glanced at his hand covering hers, and then back at him. "By crushing my hand?"
    Her voice was an octave lower than it usually was, and it grabbed him low and hard. His eyes roved where they weren't supposed to go