33
LES PAUL VS. STRAT
CASH
Come Undone by Duran Duran
I unlock the back door and pull the bike inside, securing the bolt. It takes up most of the space in the back room, but I don’t like leaving it parked outside at night.
It’s been a long day, and I throw the keys on my desk as I head into the front. The store is dark, the only light coming from the street lamp that filters in through the windows. Shadows from the passing cars sail through the store. Grabbing a sucker from the jar on the counter, I unwrap it and stick it in my mouth before looking up the stairs to my loft. There’s a flickering light, probably from a candle, that illuminates the doorway at the top of the stairs.
She’s waiting for me.
I take the steps two at a time and stop at the landing, leaning against the entranc
