Kathy CarlsonChapter 18
During the dinner hours Jerry Smith just played soft music that complemented the food and table conversation. When the tables were cleared following the main course, he changed tempo and went into the band's dance music. His eyes had been locked on the large table directly across the dance floor from where he was conducting and he had recognized Ken Carlson the instant he appeared. Jerry silently whistled as he got a good look at Hank Conroy. He had never seen her look so beautiful. Then he...