CHAPTER 62
SHE SET DOWN HER BOW, the music from her violin and his voice still ringing in the sanctuary.
He stared at her. Intently. So focused. As if his gaze on her face was what kept the breath flowing in and out of her lungs.
She didn’t want to speak. Didn’t want to break the spell their music had cast over the room, the entire town of Orchard Grove.
The only noise she could hear over her pulse in her ears was the echo of the refrain he’d just sung.
He took a step closer to her. She could feel his energy, his strength. How could someone with this level of musical genius live in a desert like this? How did he keep his inspiration from drying up like the Orchard Grove riverbed?
How had he composed a piece that would stretch and challenge her voice while still accentuating her stren
