Emily didn't know whether to drop her head into her hands or get out her phone so she could put the whole thing on YouTube.
Because David Rossi was singing.
And dancing.
To Tom Jones.
She watched in disbelief as he glided around his kitchen, alternating stirring and using the wooden spoon as a microphone. Eyes closed, mouth open wide, he wasn't holding anything back.
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
but when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry,
oh I wanna' die
It's not unusual to go out at any time
but when I see you out and about it's such a crime
if you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
It's not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say
you find it happens all the time
love will never do what you want it to
why can't this crazy love be mine
It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
it's not unusual to find out that I'm in love with you
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
He spun around on the last few notes and opened his eyes, his gaze locking with hers. For a minute, they both just stood there, neither entirely sure of what to say.
"Tom Jones, huh?" Emily asked, finally breaking the silence.
Rossi winced. "You weren't supposed to see that until you were madly in love with me and therefore unable to dump me."
She laughed at that, walking forward and kissing him softly. "I'm not gonna leave you, Dave." He breathed a sigh of relief, and she grinned wickedly at him over her shoulder as she walked to the stove. "I am gonna tell Morgan, though."