Chapter 19
Near the shallow and meandering brook, Gio leaned into his right ear and whispered, “It’s the Nightingale Hour. Just for us. Here and now. You and me.”
“A reception,” Steve said, taking in the scene.
Near the shallow and meandering brook, Gio leaned into his right ear and whispered, “It’s the Nightingale Hour. Just for us. Here and now. You and me.”
“A reception,” Steve said, taking in the scene.