As much as she hated to admit it, Stephanie missed Dalton. She missed him more than she missed her siblings half the time and that was saying a lot. Somehow she'd grown attached to her night in shining private jet, somewhere in the time that she'd spent in his house she'd possibly even started to love him deep down, though it wasn't anything she'd admit outloud.
And that is the reason she found herself standing outside the front door of his place, the spare key he'd given her in hand right at the lock, an inner debate going on as to whether she should enter or not. The part deep down inside of her won, the key slipping easily into the lock, the door giving way to a sense of home she hadn't even known that was there.
Almost immediately the sound of the piano hit her ears, a smile coming across her lips as the messenger bag she'd packed her clothes in slide off her shoulders and down onto the floor. The complete lack of structure gave away who was at the keys, feet following the sound without any need for her to think about where they were going.
"Don't you know how to play that thing yet?" The question was asked as she leaned against the door frame to the room holding the piano, hands slipping into the back pocket of her jeans as she thought about how weird it was to be excited to see the back of his head.