There were three of us.
Strat. A rock god who walked on air.
Indy. A handsome musician smart enough to live through stardom.
Me, a girl with everything to lose and nothing she wanted to keep.

I loved them both.
They say three's a crowd, but maybe I liked crowds...until the one thing I wanted to keep was stolen out of my arms.

I left that world, straightened up, went to law school.
I was fine until Indy walked back into my life to remind me of what I'd lost.
They say there's no time like the present, but when the past shows up with an invoice there's gonna be hell to pay.