Chapter 37: Touring TimeBefore going to bed, Cody grabbed his father’s guitar, his spiral notebook, and a pen. He had some ideas for lyrics that he wanted to write down. It was time for him to make his move, and he didn’t want to make any mistakes.
Upstairs Jace could hear Cody strumming his guitar. It was Nicky’s old instrument—the sound was unmistakable. Jace looked at Rusty and spoke.
“Cody’s daddy used to bring out his old guitar when he was ready to romance someone. Looks like the son is the same as the father. I wonder who Cody has set his eyes on.”
Rusty tilted his head, then yawned.
“You’re no help.”
In response, Rusty merely moaned.
“I guess I won’t ask for your opinion or you might fall asleep,” Jace said, then closed his eyes and went to sleep.
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The next morning,
