Chapter 76: Dixie

DIXIE'S HANDS WOULDN'T STOP sweating.

The room was comfortably cool. There was no reason for her perspiration, and yet every few minutes she was wiping her palms dry.

"From the top," Benjamin said and launched into singing again.

Holy mother of...

She tapped her toes and moved her hands, always a fraction of a second behind him. He'd dug out a song that had two simple chord changes.

The rich sound of his singing seduced her senses. If she'd thought everyday Benjamin was hot, the singing, guitar playing one was hotter.

"Good, last bit," he said as they strummed between versus.

It was easy for her to tell his playing from hers. His was clear, the sound pleasant. She was the opposite. It seemed she hit more dud notes than good ones.

She arched her left hand a bit more, stretched her aching fingers and wielded the guitar pick up and down while her better sense continued to scatter. Somehow she made it through the last verse following along with Benjamin's lead.