“Mainly it’s just rashes and reactions to working in the garden, so nothing real to it, other than the sheer volume of it,” she chuckled and leaned forward to rest her elbows on the edge of the table as David spoke. Once again, she was taken with the mesmerizing sound of his voice. It held a confidence and it was contagious.
“You play?” she asked, clearly intrigued by the idea that if he played, maybe he sang too. And if his spoken voice would translate into as enticing singing voice. One thing, though, she couldn’t fit into the man she was looking at; he was retired? He hadn’t struck her as being that old, which made her think that he hadn’t held a regular job. “Can I ask what you retired from?”