Low and rough and a little bluesy, her voice flowed around and through him like warm honey and had his juices running high. Mark lingered in the lobby of the theater, a miniscule anteroom that resembled a lobby only by the greatest stretch of imagination. The interior doors stood open, and he had no trouble listening while remaining out of sight. “…The skies above are blue. My heart was wrapped up in clover, the night I looked at you.” God, he could listen to her all night. Mark edged closer to the open door and peered cautiously around the jamb. He had no business being there, but the need to see her on stage was irresistible. Alone on the stage, Josie stood, eyes closed, head thrown back, voice lifted and filling the theater. “…And here we are in heaven, for you are mine at last.” As the song ended and the last piano notes faded, Josie opened her eyes and seemed to look directly at him, though from the stage there was no way she could see him. Mark felt his heart give a little stutter before settling back into its normal beat.
