“Who was that?” Car asked as she walked up.
I handed her his card.
“A talent scout?”
“He said he had clients that are looking for new spokespeople.” I was staring across the room, thoughtfully.
“Is that what you want to do?”
I turned to face her.
“All I want to do is make love to you.”
“Be serious.”
“I am.”
She shook her head. “This could make you a lot of money.”
“I have everything I want and I have a job I love.”
Car looked into my eyes to make sure I was serious. “I’ve got a real jewel here, don’t I?”
Elizabeth White walked up. “I see that Tim Coulter has found you. I wondered how long it was going to take him. May I ask what he offered you?”
“Nothing yet. He wants to talk.”
She looked me in the eye. “Well, I don’t have to tell you that he could make or break your cello career.” She emphasized her words with the point of her little finger.
I sighed deeply. “I know.”