Homey and bright, full of overstuffed couches with colorful cushions and cluttered with sheets of music and handheld instruments, Hunter felt at ease and welcome from the moment he stepped over the threshold. Music drifted through the inner room—something with a strong, methodic drumbeat accompanied by airy flutes, and Hunter’s attention was drawn to the viewing window. Beyond, Maci sat with a dark-haired girl who looked to be about thirteen. Their heads were bowed together as the girl scribbled notes along a tablet filled with staff paper. The two spoke, but the sound was muted. Hunter wondered what they were talking about. From the look of her pinched forehead and flushed pallor, the girl was pretty worked up. Hunter tried not to gape, but the image of Maci drew him in. Tall and lithe, she held an air of control that he was certain offered the young girl a measure of security and confidence. Her molten-copper hair, pulled back into a neat tail, spilled over her shoulders in waves.
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