I missed his laugh and the little face he’d made when I was being ridiculous and the way he’d insisted on driving me around.
I missed his hands.
It was crazy to miss someone’s hands. But his were perfect. Callous from playing instruments his whole life. Big and strong and careful and caring and adoring.
I sighed as we neared the barn. The world might keep turning, but I was stuck in the past.
“Nora?” Hollin asked.
“Yeah? Sorry. I zoned out.”
“It’s fine. What were you thinking about?”
My cheeks colored. “Nothing. What were you saying?”
“You know I love you, right?”
I narrowed my eyes. “Yeah. What’s going on? Are you up to something?”
He snorted. “So much for me trying to be nice.”
“We’re siblings. Nice isn’t the first word I’d use to describe our affection.”
“I wasn’t being an asshole. Just go inside.”
“Why?”
He shook his head and walked away.
“Hollin?” I called after him.
But he didn’t turn around. I took one step after him but stopped when I heard music coming from inside the barn.
My stomach dropped, and a hand went to my heart. I turned slowly back to face the barn door. I knew that song. I’d heard it in my house as Weston’s fingers moved effortlessly across the keys. I knew it as my own.
But it wasn’t possible.
With a gulp, I pulled open the door and stepped inside.
Weston was sitting in front of a piano on the Wright Vineyard stage, singing my song.