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her sleep, memorizing the contours of her face, the subtle changes of expression as she dreamed. Spending the afternoon with her had been a mistake in some ways. His love had grown with every passing hour, with each sunlit smile and golden laugh. In those brief moments when she revealed her sadness or showed weakness, the tenderness and protectiveness he felt had almost overwhelmed him. The more he was with her, the harder it would be when she left, yet he would greedily claim every second they could be together, storing up treasures to last a lifetime.
“I want what I can’t have, Lord,” he whispered. “Help me not to cross the line.” As darkness fell, the room grew chilled. He built a fire in the wood stove and turned on a lamp. A short time later Andi began to stir, so he went into the kitchen and heated up some soup and made sandwiches.
When he carried the food in on a tray and set it on the coffee table, she sat up and ran her hand through her disheveled hair. Still groggy, she stared at him and blinked her big brown eyes like a sleepy owl. It was all he could do to keep from taking her in his arms. “Hi, sleepyhead. Want some supper?”
“Umph.” She scratched her head and wrinkled up her face, then yawned and stretched. “Guess so. What is it?”
He chuckled. “Didn’t know you were so picky. Ham and cheese sandwiches, and vegetable beef soup. The canned kind. Nothing I can mess up.”
“Sounds good.” She looked out the window at the darkness. “How long did I sleep?”
“Couple of hours.” He sat down beside her.
“That’s me. Life of the party,” she said with a grimace.
“I didn’t mind. I rested awhile and got some stuff done.” He hoped she didn’t ask what. He wasn’t sure she would consider watching her as “doing stuff,” or if she would be comfortable with it.
“Shall we ask the blessing?” When he held out his hand, she took it and bowed her head. He thanked the Lord for the food and the day they had spent together. After the prayer, he picked up half of a sandwich. “Do you want to watch Country Music Scene and see what’s going on with your cohorts?”
“Sure. They have some good reports.” She began eating her soup as he turned on the television and switched the channel.
The first report, about the making of a new music video by a leading male vocalist, was followed by an interview with a singer who had a secondary role in a Western movie. Another new star had sold a million copies of his first album, and his record company surprised him with a new motorcycle.
“The other day a record company gave a guy a new boat. Do they do things like that for everybody?” Wade asked when the program broke for a commercial.
“There is a lot of competition between labels, so they try to keep their performers happy, at least the ones who are doing well. They threw a big party when my second album went platinum and furnished my bedroom and the bathroom on my new bus, right down to gold plated fixtures for the sink and shower.” She laughed when Wade choked on a spoonful of soup, then pounded him on the back. “Well, I’m not into motorcycles or boats, so they had to come up with something.”
The program returned, and an incredibly beautiful picture of Andi flashed on the screen. Wade caught his breath. It was a publicity shot, elegant in its simplicity. Her dark hair was parted in the center and curved gracefully along her jaw line. She wore a black sweater with a loose cowl collar which exposed the base of her neck and throat. Her faint smile teased the viewer with a hint of her dimples, but her large eyes were dark and mysterious.
“Although singer Andi Carson is recuperating from her bout with pneumonia and anemia in an undisclosed location,” said the pretty blonde broadcaster, “her agent, Kyle Wilson, head of KW Entertainment, told us get well wishes and gifts have been pouring in since she collapsed during a performance in Tucson, Arizona.”
The scene
“I want what I can’t have, Lord,” he whispered. “Help me not to cross the line.” As darkness fell, the room grew chilled. He built a fire in the wood stove and turned on a lamp. A short time later Andi began to stir, so he went into the kitchen and heated up some soup and made sandwiches.
When he carried the food in on a tray and set it on the coffee table, she sat up and ran her hand through her disheveled hair. Still groggy, she stared at him and blinked her big brown eyes like a sleepy owl. It was all he could do to keep from taking her in his arms. “Hi, sleepyhead. Want some supper?”
“Umph.” She scratched her head and wrinkled up her face, then yawned and stretched. “Guess so. What is it?”
He chuckled. “Didn’t know you were so picky. Ham and cheese sandwiches, and vegetable beef soup. The canned kind. Nothing I can mess up.”
“Sounds good.” She looked out the window at the darkness. “How long did I sleep?”
“Couple of hours.” He sat down beside her.
“That’s me. Life of the party,” she said with a grimace.
“I didn’t mind. I rested awhile and got some stuff done.” He hoped she didn’t ask what. He wasn’t sure she would consider watching her as “doing stuff,” or if she would be comfortable with it.
“Shall we ask the blessing?” When he held out his hand, she took it and bowed her head. He thanked the Lord for the food and the day they had spent together. After the prayer, he picked up half of a sandwich. “Do you want to watch Country Music Scene and see what’s going on with your cohorts?”
“Sure. They have some good reports.” She began eating her soup as he turned on the television and switched the channel.
The first report, about the making of a new music video by a leading male vocalist, was followed by an interview with a singer who had a secondary role in a Western movie. Another new star had sold a million copies of his first album, and his record company surprised him with a new motorcycle.
“The other day a record company gave a guy a new boat. Do they do things like that for everybody?” Wade asked when the program broke for a commercial.
“There is a lot of competition between labels, so they try to keep their performers happy, at least the ones who are doing well. They threw a big party when my second album went platinum and furnished my bedroom and the bathroom on my new bus, right down to gold plated fixtures for the sink and shower.” She laughed when Wade choked on a spoonful of soup, then pounded him on the back. “Well, I’m not into motorcycles or boats, so they had to come up with something.”
The program returned, and an incredibly beautiful picture of Andi flashed on the screen. Wade caught his breath. It was a publicity shot, elegant in its simplicity. Her dark hair was parted in the center and curved gracefully along her jaw line. She wore a black sweater with a loose cowl collar which exposed the base of her neck and throat. Her faint smile teased the viewer with a hint of her dimples, but her large eyes were dark and mysterious.
“Although singer Andi Carson is recuperating from her bout with pneumonia and anemia in an undisclosed location,” said the pretty blonde broadcaster, “her agent, Kyle Wilson, head of KW Entertainment, told us get well wishes and gifts have been pouring in since she collapsed during a performance in Tucson, Arizona.”
The scene
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