Chapter 26

It is a performance. Why didn’t he bring me along?

Terrible, self-deprecating thoughts filled Markle’s head. Frye was ashamed of him. Frye didn’t think him good enough to play at this grand of a venue. Frye had never thought Markle talented. It’d all been lies.

The musicians on stage scurried off and Frye sauntered out into the middle. He called for attention and few heeded it, but that didn’t deter his enthusiasm. He began to move his hips in that provocative fashion Markle had seen in Hippshaw. He swiveled and spun, giving images of rising passion and an approaching climax.

Markle gasped for air, overwhelmed by the fervent desire racing through his veins.

This was the same dance. Frye’s “special” dance. Why was he keeping Markle from seeing it again?

Then, the tension became almost palpable as Frye leapt into the air and kicked out his legs. Such beauty and elegance. How could a mere mortal move in such an unearthly way?