I couldn’t hide the smile that split my face in half. She was jealous and being possessive. It sent a thrill through my body. “I’m going to play guitar for a couple of hours, then come home. You know that, right?” She let out a big sigh. “Yes, I know that. But there will be women everywhere, throwing themselves at you.” Across the granite, I covered her hand with mine. “Trouble, you’ve got the wrong idea. I’m not a rock star playing a sold-out stadium. It’s a dive bar in rural Maine. Most of the clientele are older than my parents or grizzled loggers blowing off steam.”
