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"I kind of liked that song…" Ielse but without the Irish"

"Without the Irish? That’s the best part" Samuel smiled crookedly "I had a member of uy could do an authentic Irish accent, andDanny Boy everybody cried All these tough, lethal Marines, bawling like babies He sang this one song called ‘An Irish Lament’ that I loved so much I memorized it In fact, when I saw you in the rain a couple weeks ago, it was the first thing that caone out of Samuel’s expression, and his eyes narrowed on ed to keep pace with hiaze wherea bawdy tune in a borrowed brogue

I stared back, trying to wait hi to sing me An Irish Lament, are you?"

"It depends," he countered

"On what?"

"On whether you will play for ht"

It was s for Samuel Where this would all lead, and whether either of us could or wanted to go there hat hadin my emotional heels I knew the incredible power of music and the mood it could set Exhibit A - the kisses we had shared the night before after Debussy wove his spell I didn’t trustof Samuel sprinkled with symphonies I didn’t know if my heart could take another love lost

"I think the Irish Laht scare you away" The sun had lowered itself discreetly behind the western hills Sa shadows around us

"Maybe so…" I avoided his gaze and reached for Nettie’s basket, needing sustenance to keep my ith Samuel

Nettie had packed thick turkey sandwiches on homemade bread and chocolate chip cookies (thankfully no le tree, and Samuel had added a couple Diet Cokes and a bottle of water We dug in without further discussion, except for an occasionalokay?" Sah

"Food just tastes so reat cook"

"Yes I a about having someone make you a sandwich It just tastes better; I can’t describe it"