To say her curiosity was piqued was another understatement of the century. The feeling that something important was happening doubled when Claire took his outstretched hand- each strong, knobby finger and callous familiar as her own. The inside of her cheek was caught in her teeth around a smile she wasn't able to contain.
He led her to the piano bench, where she eased down to a sit, turned sideways so she could face him fully. Her hands rested on the edge next to her hips, her six-month-plus pregnant belly rounded out and catching the lights under the loose black t-shirt and faded jeans- hardly comparable to the well tailored tuxedo Dean was sporting.
"Okay- I'm sitting," she cued him up with a crooked grin- one that hid her racing pulse.