Unspoken
Chapter One
"In Amsterdam there lived a maid," Andy sang softly into Ian's ear, light tenor
voice pure as crystal. "Mark well what I do say. In Amsterdam there lived a
maid, and she was mistress of her trade. I'll go no more a-roving with you, fair
maid."
He paused. Ian felt the lightest of pressures on the tip of one ear, as if a
finger-or a lip-were brushing the curve of skin. Andy stood close behind him,
perhaps closer than a perfect stranger should, although Ian couldn't find it in
his heart to step away. "Do you like my song?" Andy whispered. "There's more to
come-a chorus, and another verse." Ian felt the faint touch again. "Do you want
me to sing to you?"
Ian closed his eyes. All along his back, he felt the heat of Andy's body coating
him as would a warm skin cape, sheltering him from the storm without and the ... read full excerpt from Unspoken ebook
