Son of Eden, a Paranormal Romance by Brianna Merrill Page B

middle of the song she played softly and quietly, inserting a few of her improvised notes that she had added in throughout the years.
    The music echoed off the wooden walls and carried all the way to the back of the hall. The room was alive with the melody that was coming from the old piano.
    When Emily finished she sat as still as a statue. She relished the moment. It was undoubtedly thrilling, a measure of time that could not have been doused.
    “That was by far the most beautiful piece of artwork I have witnessed today,” came Alexander’s soft deep voice.
    Emily fully turned around on the bench to meet his gaze.
    “Thank you. That’s the first time I’ve played for anyone besides my family.” Emily let out a deep breath.
    “Well, you need to do it more often. I’m not sure you realize how talented you are.” Alexander sat down beside her on the bench.
    They both sat in silence, replaying the music in their heads.
    “Alexander, can I ask you something?” Emily questioned hesitantly.
    “Anything at all,” he replied softly.
    “Are you… well, I mean--” Emily searched for the right way to phrase her question. She was afraid she would end up sounding like some silly little love-struck teenage girl, but she had some strong feelings she could no longer keep bottled up. “Do you ever feel like we were supposed to meet?”
    The short silence that followed felt like minutes to Emily. Even though in reality, it was only seconds.
    “No, I wouldn’t say I feel like that.” Alexander paused briefly.
Emily felt her heart sink in her chest.
    He continued. “There is a difference between just feeling something and the surety of knowing something…Emily… I know we were supposed to meet.” Alexander’s voice was almost a whisper as he gently took Emily’s hands in his.
    Her heart reversed its downward course and now felt like it just might pound its way right out of her chest. She welcomed the warmth of Alexander’s hands surrounding hers as she glanced up at him. This all had to be a dream. There was no way this was really happening.
    They sat in silence for close to a minute. It wasn’t an awkward silence. Emily could tell they were both trying to absorb all that had taken place and figure out what it meant, and where it would lead.
    “Does this mean you enjoyed your day with me?” Alexander gave her hands a gentle squeeze.
    “Of course. I don’t think I would want to be anywhere else right now.” Emily blushed a bit. These feelings were still so new to her; it was a bit embarrassing expressing them out loud.
    “That settles it. I can come around more often then, yes?” Alexander asked playfully.
    Emily gave a slight laugh. “Yes I would like that very much.”
    The door to the hall opened and Carl peeked his head through. “Sorry Alexander, it’s time to prep the hall for tonight.”
    “That’s fine. I think we’re finished in here. Thanks Carl, we’ll be on our way.” Alexander stood in one swift graceful motion and using Emily’s hand, guided her up from the bench.
    They walked off the stage and made their way to the door. As they passed by Carl, Emily noticed some sort of silent exchange between the two men, but before she caught a glimpse of what was being conveyed, it was over.
    “Everything is ready for you in the dining room.” The old man smiled, his crystal blue eyes sparkled.
    “Excellent. I must thank you again, Carl.” Alexander gave him one last glance and then led Emily out the door.
    “This place has a dining room?” Emily was stunned with what kept turning up at this museum.
    “It does, and the room is actually located where the original Morgan family dining room was. Of course they have renovated it and made changes, but it is still in the same spot it used to be.”
    “This place is amazing; I absolutely love it. Thank you for such a wonderful day.”
    “It’s not over yet.” He paused. “Unless you want it to be. You have to be starving by now, so I think you