Chapter 6The grumble of Jase’s stomach caused him to peer at his watch. s**t. “It’s late, and we never ate.” Except for the chips and dip they had earlier, they’d never stopped working on the music.
Garrett’s face scrunched.
“It’s almost five o’clock,” Jase pointed out.
“Already?” Garrett checked his phone. “I can’t believe it. The time flew by.” Garrett threw his notebook on the table, leaned his guitar on the couch, and stretched his arms over his head.
“It’s a good thing we realized. You need to be at The Cove by six-thirty.” Neither noticing the passing hours was a testament to how well they worked together, both getting into the writing.
“Yeah. I’ll clean up and take off.” Garrett stood and continued his stretch.
Jase frowned. “I’m not kicking you out. Besides, before I do, the
