He must have sensed her watching him because he looked up then, and paused and reflected on how the light from the window embraced her in its glow, outlining Jessie and her young kindred spirit in the most benevolent warm silver-orange backlight. He thought that even the electrics and grips on Drifters could not duplicate that. No human being could create such a lovely halo around those two wounded, healing souls.
Jessie’s smile faded as she met his gaze. There was something in Josh’s eyes, again. There was an energy in the room, a crackling between them that she had told herself she had hoped would go away, but which truly she wished would last forever. The sad thing was, though, that it was infinitely painful to be there in that upper room with him, with his introduction to Terri, and therefore his glimpse into her past. She clasped her hands together and squeezed to still the ache, and then turned to Terri and grasped the guitar at the same moment that Terri grasped the connection between her mentor and this good looking quiet man she had brought with her that day. Her eyes flitted between the two, a growing understanding in her belly, and she thought it best that she not ask about how the wedding plans with Charlie were going.
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