He answered her movement by folding both arms around Pippa and raising his knees so that she was nearly enveloped in his body. Feeling her relax just slightly as she kissed him, he started rocking gently in time with his singing.

Verse two. Another chorus. The bridge. Resting his cheek against her hair, Rory poured his voice over Pippa, sunshine warm and honey sweet. Somewhere inside he prayed that he could do this, help her once again associate his singing with beauty and love instead of horror.