Chapter 6

Those seconds before they walked off, leaving strangers behind who’d hopefully be thinking of them when they crawled into bed with their lovers, those were why he endured the spotlight. Those made it all worth it.

Those, and the way Kate practically glowed with happiness when people called her back for an encore. She deserved everything she could get.

As soon as they came offstage, the stage manager, a short, round little man with a moustache that made his mouth disappear, thrust enough flowers into her arms to completely obscure the bodice of the white diaphanous gown Jimmy had given her for her opening night. David smiled when she buried her face in the fragrant blooms.

“Lemme guess. They’re from Jimmy.”

She peeked over the pink and red petals. “Who else?”

“Did you see him in the audience?”

“Didn’t you?”