Chapter

1

Autumn: Aspen Creek, Montana

Anna let her hands press the ivory keys of the old upright piano in a few preparatory chords, enjoying the rich sound. Music, for her, was not just an auditory experience-she loved the feel of the vibrations running through her fingers. The bass notes resonated in her core, leaving her energized and ready to play.

In all senses of the word.

She glanced over her shoulder and up at her husband's face. She wasn't sure anyone else had ever played with him. No one in their pack, for certain, including Bran. Oh, they played music with him, but they didn't play games.

The piano wasn't her instrument, but like most people who had ever attended college with the aim of majoring in music, she was reasonably competent. For this game, the piano was more flexible than her preferred cello, which was limited to two notes at a time, a few more with harmonics.

"Ready?" she asked him, then launched into the song without waiting for his response.

She hummed where the melody came in-it was his job to figure out the words. It didn't take him long this time. Charles, his warmth against her back, though he didn't touch her, began singing the lyrics to "Walk on the Ocean" with her two beats after she'd started humming.

The game had originated when Anna found out Charles hadn't heard of P. D. Q. Bach, who had been a favorite of one of her music teachers. A lack she had remedied with the help of the Internet. In return, Charles had shared a few singers he liked. Some of them left her cold. Some of them had been unexpectedly awesome. Of course, she had heard Johnny Cash before she'd met Charles. But Charles had turned her into an unabashed Johnny Cash fan-though she liked Cash's songs even better if Charles sang them. They suited his voice.

She would have loved Charles if he hadn't been able to carry a tune in a bucket, but Charles's facility for and love of music had been one of many unexpected gifts her mate had brought to their union. She had been so lucky to find him.

Gradually they had begun challenging each other, finding singers, groups, or songs that the other didn't know. It was the best kind of game: one with no losers. Either they figured out the song the other pulled out of their store of obscure or favorite songs (or obscure and favorite songs) or they didn't.

Sometimes they kept score-the loser to do dishes or cook or something more fun. But mostly they just enjoyed making music together-the game giving the activity more variety than it might otherwise have had.

Toad the Wet Sprocket, evidently, had not been a challenge at all.

Anna laughed in surrender, then sang the rest of "Walk on the Ocean" with Charles, letting him anchor the melody while she worked out a descant an octave above him-pushing her alto into a register mostly reserved for sopranos. Sometimes crafting harmonies on the fly could go terribly wrong, but this time it sounded good. Their voices complemented each other, which, even with good singers, wasn't always true.

"That's one of Samuel's favorites," Charles told her when they were finished.

Anna hadn't spent much time with Charles's brother; he'd left his father's pack by the time she'd joined, but she knew he was a musician, too. Listening to Charles, Samuel, and their father perform the old Shaker song "Simple Gifts" at a funeral had been the first indication Anna'd had that she'd married into a very musical...