Zechariah leaned back to give her room to maneuver, studying the girl more than the technique. That was no song for someone who still struggled with one hand. Either her husband was going to take his sweet time getting back … or she wanted to be caught in a scandalous position.

Had she thought the consequences through? How quickly a man could drag a lover’s name through the mud? He supposed she did not have a career to worry over – she had already reached her lowest low, bar killing her husband.

Which was just around the corner, considering the family record.

Zechariah looped his arm about her shoulders to be able to reach both hands of the piece. He bumped some keys first, then hit a few keys down trying to acclimate to the position. Pausing with his arm against her, his mouth pursed in thought.

Then, he stood and stepped behind her, putting hands on either side of her. After a couple of off starts, he played a couple of measures with both hands.

“Can you read music?”