Lucky Bang, page 11
part #3.50 of Lucky O'Toole Series
The lady glanced around, catching me staring. "It could be you," she said.
I gave her a weak grin. "What are the odds?"
She reached out and tapped me conspiratorially on the arm. "Wouldn't it be grand? I mean, to have someone love you like that?" Then she sighed as she pressed her hand to her heart.
"Mmmm," I answered with my usual erudition. When she turned her attention back to her partner letting me off the hook, I almost sighed out loud. Listening to the strains of music, to Teddie's soulful voice, I had to admit the song was wonderful, perfect even.
Except for the whole broken-heart thing.
I pulled my iPhone out of my pocket—a new acquisition, I wasn't used to the whole app thing yet. But I did know how to work iTunes. I searched the store, found the song, and downloaded it.
There it was, Lucky for Me, in my library. Then the phone asked me if I wanted to make it my ringtone.
Without thought, I hit yes.
Deborah Coonts, Lucky Bang
