Claire loved the idea of teaching him about music. He told her the plan over breakfast and her eyes lit up.“That’s an awesome idea. Jenna is so cool.” She gulped down her orange juice and set the empty glass on the table. “Of course,” she added nonchalantly, “I know the real reason you suggested it.”“The real reason?”“Uh huh. I saw the way you looked at Jenna last night.”He took a sip of coffee. “I didn’t look at her any special way.”His daughter rolled her eyes. “Oh, please. You totally have the hots for her.”“That’s ridiculous.”“No, it’s not.”“Claire....” “Fine,” Claire said, sighing with exaggerated patience. “Whatever you say.”He should have been suspicious at how quickly she gave up, but he was too grateful for the reprieve to care. Claire finished the last bite of her omelet and carried her plate to the sink.“There she is now,” Claire said, looking out the kitchen window. “It looks like she’s been out for a run...she’s wearing spandex shorts and a tank top.”Michael was on his feet before he realized it, going to stand beside his daughter.
