Chapter 46
I grabbed the beat-up guitar from the stand in the corner. After making sure it was in tune, I started strumming. I hadn’t planned on playing the damn song, but my fingers had a mind of their own and formed the opening chords to Vincentby Don McLean. It was a terribly sad song, but it had been his since the first time we met.
Back in my junior year of college, I’d been playing for a few people at the student pub, and during a break, he’d come up and introduced himself to me. We’d started talking and hit it off instantly. He’d been so funny and gorgeous and I hadn’t been able to take my eyes off him.
When my second set had started, the song had popped up in my head and I’d dedicated it to him. Sung it for him as if there was no one else in the room. I hadn’t thought about it at the time, but he even had the same china blue eyes as Vincent in the song.