“The only differences, really, are the ingredients and the presentation,” Melinda confirmed with slight shrug and a fond smile on her lips.
Taking a slow sip from her wine – which now that she had tasted the dessert tasted much, much better – she listened as Stephen spoke. Stifling a laugh at his description of his fingers, she cast a not-so-subtle glance to the appendages in question. They were nice fingers, though, she had to admit that. “You know there is such a thing as music teachers,” she teased gentle, and her smile broke free again. “Now, I understand how you just ‘fell into it’, as you say, and your voice is great for the wireless,” she licked her lips before she continued. “But why love songs?”