“You’re about to go on,” Terry said, eyeing Lizzie critically. “Is your mic working?”
“Last time I checked it was,” was her wry response.
Terry normally didn’t involve himself in things as mundane as microphones and sound checks, but he’d been like a mother hen, hovering over Lizzie. It didn’t help keep Lizzie’s own nerves at bay.
Terry had booked one of the artsier venues in Seattle, and although it wasn’t filled with thousands of people, it was absolutely packed. People had to stand because the venue had run out of seats, and Terry had just told Lizzie that they were turning people away at the door.
Lizzie took a deep breath and then smiled when she felt the baby move. It was just flutters right now, but soon she’d feel full-fledged kicks.
Of course, thinking of her baby made her th
