Chapter Three
IF YOUR THOUGHTS WERE as clear as your eyes, and the whole of your heart were true.
I picked the man out the second his foot hit the grass. We were well into the third song of the set, and Andrew’s program running on the laptop that sat on his keyboard had switched the big lights from us to the people dancing on the grass in front of us, in kind of a low-budget approximation of the lights in a club. With the brightest of the lights out of my eyes, and from my elevated position on the portable stage, I saw a man emerge from behind the ten-foot-high hedge that segregated this section of the garden, and stroll over to the back of the crowd of approximately fifty people.
If your pulse beat time to love as fast as you think and plan.
This man was tall, taller than several of t
