Page 17 of Bound to Burn


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“He sounds interesting.”

“You have no idea.”

She looks around the store as if she’s taking it all in. “What’s up there?”

I look behind me to see she’s pointing at the metal stairs.

“That’s my loft.”

“You live here?” she asks, tilting her head.

“Technically, yes.”

“Like Quasimodo in the bell tower?” she teases.

“Notlike Quasimodo.” I glare at her.

“You’re right, you’re much hotter,” she smirks.

I clear my throat. Suddenly it feels warm in here.

I start going through the delivery schedule in case one comes in while I’m gone when my phone rings. I hold my finger up and press it to my ear.

I peer around the corner and watch Sasha walk the aisles, her fingers brushing over the edges of the albums as if she’s looking for the perfect one to inspect. She stops in front of one of the displays, flipping through a stack until she pulls out aFleetwood Macalbum. I watch as she turns it over in her hand to inspect the back, running her finger down the list of songs.

“So, what do you think?” The man on the other end demands my attention and I have no idea what he just said.

“Sorry, what?” I shake my head because my new employee is distracting.

Fuck.

I scratch my head and turn away.

“The auction?” He sounds annoyed, but I don’t care.

It’s not like Ihaveto deal with rich assholes who wouldn’t know the difference between a ’59 Les Paul and a ’60 Strat.

Finding rare guitars has been something of a treasure hunt for me, and occasionally there are rich people willing to pay a lot of money to acquire them - like the guy on the phone. He doesn’t even know how to play, but he wants to display it in his mansion.

I’ve been to auctions, private collections, going out of business sales, and even a few garage sales where I’ve found some treasures. Sometimes people don’t know what they have.

“Are you able to check it out?”

“When is it?” I ask, running a hand through my hair.

“Tomorrow afternoon.”

I glance at Sasha who is now standing in front of the guitar display. I haven’t had a chance to train her properly but I’ll only be gone a few hours, so what damage could she do? “I think I can make that work.”

I hang up and walk over to her. “Do you think you’ll be able to handle the store tomorrow afternoon by yourself?” I ask her.

She turns to me and shrugs. “I’m a big girl.”

“I have no doubt about that.” I rub the back of my neck as I make my way to the register. “We’ll get you used to the register today and you’ll be fine.”

“Are you trying to convincemeoryourself?” she asks as she follows me back to the counter.

“Maybe both.”

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