Four
Luke knew it was morning because it was light and stormy instead of dark and stormy. They’d played Trivial Pursuit and Goldie had whipped him. Then, in a moment of weakness, he’d shown her how Phoebe’s karaoke machine worked. What she didn’t know about popular music and popular musicians was as interesting as what she had known at Trivial Pursuit. Neither of them had a wonderful singing voice, though he was the only one who knew it at the start. He’d been too tired to let it stop him, and truth be told, he was glad he hadn’t.
He grinned as he remembered how bad they’d sounded. He admired her. She had no instinct for music, and she’d forged ahead, her warbling not awful, but not wonderful either. Despite her lack of memory, he felt he knew her. She didn’t fling herself into risk, but
