The place was small and cramped, but suited Gauge just fine. Small and cramped was all he needed. So long as there was enough space for a bed and for him to play his guitar, that was all he required. “She wants another night,” Kevin said finally, spilling what was on his mind.Gauge lay his guitar case on his unmade bed and opened the top, easily pulling the instrument out and placing it on a stand. He could count on one hand how many times Kevin had been at his place. Hell, he hadn’t been to Kevin’s place all that often, either. He figured it was because they all saw each other enough at work.That and he was sure that his laid-back environs made the other man itch. While Kevin’s uptight house, still boasting framed photos of him growing up along the staircase, and his mother’s bovine knickknacks in a glass case in the living room, made Gauge want to jump out of his skin.“Who wants another night?” he pretended to play dumb.At least Kevin stopped pacing.Truth was, all night Gauge had watched his friend stand with Nina at the bar, laughing and talking and ignoring the band and the rest of the patrons.“Come on, Kev, we’ve talked about this.
