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admire the man’s beautifully formed cheekbones, the fullness and perfect shape of his lips, his skin of a lightly bronzed hue that looked a natural shade rather than tanned. As Julian met his gaze, he tightened his jaw to make certain it wouldn’t drop at seeing the loveliest shade of earthy brown in the man’s eyes.
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    “Beautifully played, Mr. Forrester, beautifully played!” Kurt said. “But what else is to be expected from you?”
    Julian summoned a smile. “You’re too kind, Kurt. I was simply dabbling.”
    Kurt stopped beside the piano. “Well dabbling for you is what other people wish they could sound like.”
    Julian strained to keep his smile. “Yes, well…” he left the sentence hanging, deciding not to accept the compliment because if he did, others were certain to follow and he’d already had enough of them. He turned his gaze to the other man and found it far easier to hold his smile. “And who is your friend?”
    Morgan took a step closer and offered his hand to him.
    “Mor—”
    “Morgan,” Kurt intervened. “His name is Morgan.”
    Julian glanced at Kurt, then back to Morgan, noticing the barely concealed annoyance on his face. He suppressed a chuckle.
    It seemed he wasn’t the only one forced to practice patience with Kurt. He placed his hand in Morgan’s larger one, the roughness of his skin and calluses on his palm telling him Morgan must work with his hands a lot. Morgan’s grip was strong, but not crushing, and just the touch was enough to make heat roll through his groin.
    “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Forrester,” Morgan said.
    “Please call me Julian, most people do.” Julian’s gaze flicked to Kurt. When it returned to Morgan, he saw the slight curve of a smirk and he knew Morgan caught how it annoyed him the way Kurt always referred to him as mister. “And the pleasure is mine, Morgan…”
    “Chandler,” Morgan quickly filled in.
    Julian nodded once. “Morgan is such a lovely name. Classic and sophisticated, strong, yet soft.”
    A bright smile shone over Morgan’s countenance. “Thank you. I’ve always liked the name Julian, too. It has such a fluid, musical sound.”
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    “Ah, well, I’ll admit I used to get teased quite a bit with it when I was young. Other boys would call me Julie Ann.”
    Morgan’s expression turned sympathetic. “I can relate. The other kids used to tell me I had a girl’s name.”
    Before Julian could reply, Kurt broke in. “Yeah, I never had any problems like that. So Mr. Forrester, Morgan is going to be in charge of your instruments.”
    Julian looked to Morgan. “Great!”
    “Yeah, I’m—”
    “That’s right,” Kurt said. “So if anything is ever wrong with them, you know who to blame. And if anything like that does happen, you come to me and I’ll put him in line for you.”
    Julian’s smile faded. He saw the flush on Morgan’s cheeks, showing he was both angered and embarrassed. Julian turned to Kurt. “Somehow I doubt that will happen.” He focused on Morgan, presenting another smile to him. “So I take it you have experience handling pianos and keyboards?”
    Morgan nodded. “Yeah, my father—”
    “His dad owns a music shop, or something, so he knows what he’s doing.” Kurt said.
    Julian brought his gaze to Kurt. All semblance of patience vanished from him and his voice left him with a sharp edge.
    “Kurt, as much as I appreciate you having knowledge about our staff, at this moment, I would prefer to hear Morgan answer for himself.”
    “Of course, of course,” Kurt said hastily. “You want to make sure he’s not all talk. I get it. You’d be able to see someone talking a big game about music better than anyone, Mr. Forrester.”
    “That’s not my intent at all. I’m sure Morgan can back up any game he talks if you would give him a moment to speak at all.
    And with that said, I would appreciate no further interruptions.”
    Julian returned his attention to