JACK
I’ve been carrying this leather notebook around with me for a few weeks now. Ever since Erin and I got back from Arizona, I either didn’t have the chance or the heart to give it to Cash. The longer I wait, the harder it gets. Now it’s just going to be even more awkward giving it to him. Erin is wrapping things up in New York, and I’m left to deal with this on my own. I drive into Santa Monica to Cash’s shop, Music Underground, because that’s where he always is. When I pull up, his bike is parked out front where he likes to keep an eye on it.
The bell chimes when I open the door, and I roll my eyes at the cheesiness. I stop myself from reaching up and flicking it off the top of the door. Cash walks out from the back room and stops short with a withering look when he realizes it’s jus
