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“I am no musician, I am a seller of cloth,” Paolo says. “I am not like my brothers who could play and carve until their fingers drop off.”
“Besides,” he turns back to Nicolo, his eyes dark with lust. “I have brought the violin for you to play.”
“That is not all he wants to play,” Andromache mutters behind her hand. And while it irks Yusuf that she’s said it, looking over at Paolo whose hands come together in delight when Nicolo brings the violin to his neck, Yusuf cannot deny that Nicolo is a master to behold. The love of his life plays the violin so well it makes you weep, and it’s just another thing Yusuf adds to the ever-growing list he keeps in his mind of Things Nicolo Does to Enthrall the Hearts of Men, One of Which is Simply Breathing.
(Or Nicky learns to play the violin, and Joe steals one.)