He took a slow breath. “That was close,” he muttered. Boy would he have been in trouble if that meddling mayor had tossed him off the stage.
Stay on the stage, the sergeant had ordered. So Orange was damned determined to stay on the stage.
stay on the stage
He crossed his arm over the other that held the trumpet and surveyed the crowd. Emily had come to the festival with the Montegues, another newlywed couple. Emily and Peter Orange had met them at church and during his long hours working on the force, Emily had developed a rather fine friendship with Mrs. Montegue. He watched Emily and felt his heart melt a little. She was by far the prettiest girl at the festival and that was not because Orange was biased. Fact was fact. His wife was an angel. She pushed her hands through her hair,
