Paul didn’t mind inviting people into his studio. It wasn’t his inner sanctum. He didn’t guard the polished floor jealously. He just had basic rules for the space. The first, Jack had violated on the day they met. When he was in there alone, he wanted to be alone. Without exception. But when he wasn’t seeking solitude, he enjoyed sharing the large room. He was proud of it. He had spent a lot of time and money to make sure it was just right.
“There’s a shower and a dressing room just through there,” Paul said, gesturing at the door on the far end as he led Jack into the studio. “There’s also a fridge in there if you get thirsty. If you want, you can look through the records behind the turntable.”
Though Jack wasn’t a big man, he always had a way of filling a space through sheer force of h
