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Excerpt:
Twins! That
was it. Rebecca Higgins obviously had a twin sister. The Rebecca
he'd met would never attend a function at the church. Then he spied
his tie looped around her waist.
"You sailed away
like a phantom ship
Concealed in romantic
facade."
The words of the
song suddenly hit him; they were meant for him. It was Rebecca.
She must have found out who he was and was getting back at him for
not telling her. He hadn't meant to deceive her; the situation simply
hadn't called for him to explain his entire life to her. Besides,
he hadn't expected to see her again so soon. Especially, not at
the church. She'd made it clear that she didn't believe in organized
religion. But, she'd also made it clear that her motto was to do
one outrageous thing each day.
David's concentration
was broken by a poke in his ribs.
"That's my girl."
Deacon Maynard whispered into David's ear. "I'd marry her in a heartbeat
if I could just get her in church long enough." Orville giggled,
then put his pudgy hands over his mouth when someone shushed him.
David wondered if
Rebecca knew she was Orville's girl. Well, whosever girl you
are, you went to a lot of trouble to embarrass me, and I'm not going
to let you get away with it.
The song ended and
when the applause abated, David unwittingly set his dessert plate
into a bowl of potato salad. He strolled to Rebecca's side.
Rebecca felt a prickly
itch move across her backside as David joined her. Unable to scratch,
she nervously shifted her position on her stool.
"That's an unusual
song. I don't think I've ever heard it." His voice was as cool and
as casual as though he were talking to one of the teens.
Boy, he's good,
she thought. But then, why shouldn't he be? He's a trained trial
lawyer. His job is to make people believe whatever he wants them
to believe, and to make them squirm.
"I wrote it," she
managed to say, but she didn't recognize her own voice.
"You're an extremely
talented young woman--full of surprises." His mouth curled into
an innocent smile.
She felt color threaten
her cheeks. David was gaining control. In front of the entire congregation,
he was gaining control. "It's not quite finished..." Her voice trailed
off as she searched for words.
"Have you thought
of going to a B-flat minor on the phrase, forever lost, forever
found?"
"No, I..."
"May I?" Still smiling,
he took the guitar from her. "Let me show you." His voice was a
husky whisper. He put one foot on a rung of her stool and ran his
fingers over the strings of the guitar. "Nice sound."
As the audience
watched intently, David strummed the guitar again and listened with
his ear close to the strings. Then, he tuned the E-string a fraction.
Rebecca knew he only pretended to change it to demean her musical
ability,
Oh, you're good,
counselor.
His knee lightly
brushed her leg sending little splinters of fire along her spine.
It could've been an accident. She could hardly breathe. He was even
more handsome than she remembered.
"Like this." He
repeated her song, word-for-word, his baritone voice in perfect
pitch. "Sing it with me," he ordered in a velvet-edged voice when
he'd finished, and Rebecca heard several of the women in the audience
swoon.
Accompanied by the
background of night sounds and the fresh breeze of the approaching
summer storm, the two voices blended. Rebecca could feel the electricity
crackling between them. A sheet of heat lightning washed across
the sky, and thunder rumbled somewhere offshore. Why doesn't it
rain? she thought. It always rains-out these stupid fish fries.
Why doesn't it ever rain when I need it to?
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