Chapter 11"We'll need a two thousand deposit. Cash or credit?" I hold out a debit card. "How long will it take?"
"A month. That's the fastest service for anything custom." he goes on at my expression.
"Can you do a rush? It's for a friend." I debate, chewing my lip. "My dad is Eddie Carlton."
His eyes widen, and he glances at the name on my card, then back up. "No s**t. I'd know those eyes anywhere. I made guitars for his first tour."
Discomfort works through me. "Do you keep in touch?"
"Some."
Something tells me that even if my Dad would be cool with giving Timothy a guitar, me buying him one wouldn't go over great. "It's a surprise."
"For your Daddy?" The manager's brows rise as he looks at the order. "Seem to recall he prefers twenty two---"
"How long?"
The manager frowns. "Fou
