The Inn at Little Bend
Bobbi Groover --
The music swirled again in her mind, teasing and caressing her soul as masterfully as a lover. Her lagging spirit, that vital force which usually sustained her, felt renewed when the notes purled around her like a wraith sent to guide her through the maze of turmoil.
He came from the shadows and took her hand. ÒCome with me,Ó he whispered.
She went with him willingly, knowing in her core that he understood the complexities of her soul. His eyes were blueÉlike DrakeÕsÉ