Yep. There it is, but instead of in the front window of the guitar store, it’s sitting on the table. It’s so beautiful, but it’s more than that. This guitar is something I thought I couldn’t have, and yet, here it is. My eyes well up with emotion and I blink fast to clear them. “It’s too much.” I can’t look at him. If I look at him, I’ll cry. Or kiss him. I’m not sure. “It’s not too much.” “It’s too expensive.” My feelings for him grow by the second, expanding like a balloon. “Pippa.” His voice is firm, leaving no wiggle room. “I’d buy you every guitar in the city if I thought you’d let me.”
I KNEW IT.
