His voice was heavenly. it flowed through her like a gentle wave, warming and stroking her into serenity. When she was under its spell, she had a friend, a lover in the night.
She had no idea what he looked like. He was reputed to be a reclusive man, but she supposed that since he worked the graveyard shift, such seclusion was perhaps his survival. He had to sleep sometime.
But not now.
"It's twelve fifty-four," he told her in the deep, faintly husky drawl she had come to know so well, "six minutes before one and a chilly twenty-eight degrees outside my door on the kind of night made for a hot fire, a snifter of brandy and love. You're tuned in to 95.3FM, WCIC Providence, for a little country in the city. We're coming up on a string of six, kickin' off with the latest from Alabama."
His voice grew more resonant and much more huskier.
"This is Jared Snow in the heart of the night. Stay with me..."
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Heart Of The Night
RomanceMeet Jared snow. Late night disc jockey. It's his voice-- always his voice-- there on the radio, as soothing as a massage and twice as sexy. It's a voice heard by many people, with a different effect on each. Meet Savannah Smith a successful lawyer ...
