Riding the Thunder - Deborah MacGillivray [144]
“You better. Or you might be listening to nothing but ‘Surfin’ Bird’ for weeks and I don’t think either of us could stand that.”
“As long as I’m listening to it with you, Jago Luxovius Fitzgerald Mershan, I won’t mind—too much.”
He kissed the tip of her nose. “You’re never going to let me hear the end of it, are you?”
Asha glanced to her ‘family,’ then down the long aisle of the booths to the shadows in the far corner, where the foyer met the house. There she saw ghostly shapes. All, once again, right with their world. Her little world.
She smiled. “Nope. Never.”
“Come on. I told you I heard it.”
Jago tugged on her hand, pulling her toward the closedup restaurant. Looking bored, Clint waddled along behind them. As they neared the front, they paused to peek into the small window that looked in behind the register. A night-light lent an orange glow, enough to see inside. The jukebox played, its colorful lights almost appearing festive in the darkness.
A man and a woman were over by the jukebox, slow-dancing as Gene Pitney crooned how true love never runs smooth, while the pair seemed lost in the music.
“I thought ghosts moved on after closure,” Jago commented.
“Finally bringing out the truth about Monty was done to protect us. They weren’t haunting The Windmill, Jago, they choose to be here, where they are happy.”
“Your sanctuary for lost souls,” he chuckled.
“Not lost . . . my haven for found souls. Come on.” She took his hand, pulling him toward the front door.
Jago hesitated. “They’ll just vanish if we go in, like they did before.”
She smiled. “Not this time. Come.”
Asha slid the key into the doorlock and then pushed it open, not bothering to flip on the overhead lights. The music stopped, but this time the couple didn’t vanish. Instead the Wurlitzer clicked, still sounding like it was changing records even though it now played MP3s. She smiled as Mike Duncan’s voice filled the diner.
If I only had the time,
If I could find just another line,
If I held you one more day,
Would I find just the things to say.
Smiling she stepped into Jago’s arms and began slow-dancing to their song. Her head on Jago’s shoulder, she sighed contentment, then she peeked over to see Tommy and Laura kissing.
Special thanks to Mike Duncan for permission to use his song as part of my books and for promotional purposes.
Lost for Words
(from Lord for Words CD)
If I only had the time,
If I could find just another line,
If I held you one more day,
Would I find just the things to say.
Chorus:
But I’m lost for words.
When I hold you close.
Because you take my breath
Away.
And if I only had a way,
You would know the things I pray.
And just because I know you’re mine
I could kiss you one more time.
Chorus:
Bridge:
Because you hold me up
And you give me love.
And you take my breath.
Away.
If you could only read my mind,
I could tell you one more time,
That I miss you every day.
And all the things you used to say.
© Mike Duncan, 2006, All Rights Reserved, mike-duncan.org