Page 104 of How to Love a Rockstar

My stomach rumbles in response. It doesn’t care I’m heartbroken. It wants food.

“What kind of casserole?”

The mattress dips as she sits next to me. “You’re going to have to come out of there to find out.”

I sniff. I smell cheese and pepperoni. My mouth waters. I love cheese.

I lift the corner of the blanket to peek out. Indigo’s sitting on the bed with a large casserole dish in her lap. She holds out a spoon to me. “Hungry?”

I snatch the spoon from her. “Starved.” I sit up and place Harry in my lap before digging in.

“Virginia?” someone hollers from the hallway.

I freeze. “Who else is here? If you brought the gossip gals with you, I’m going to eviscerate you with this spoon.” I brandish the utensil at her as if it’s a sword.

“Who do you think baked the casserole? It wasn’t me.”

“Harry.” I nudge my hedgehog. “Attack Indigo.” He doesn’t budge. “Typical. You get the zoomies whenever I’m alone but now when I need you? Nothing.”

“I promise I’m not a gossip gal,” the same woman calls from the hallway.

“It’s Leia,” Indigo admits.

“I’m sorry.” Leia sticks her head in the bedroom. “I was with Fender when the whole thing went down with those vultures. I wanted to check on you, but it was late. Then, Indigo showed up at my house and dragged me along.”

“Because you’re going to be our new best friend.”

Leia’s eyes widen at Indigo’s declaration. I don’t blame her. Indigo can be overly assertive. But Leia isn’t shy the way I am. She fists her hands at her hips and glares at Indigo.

“What if I don’t need any new best friends?”

Indigo rolls her eyes. “Save it. I know you’re new to town and haven’t had a chance to meet many people yet.”

“Because my boss is a fricking slave driver,” Leia mutters.

“Are you going to stand in the hallway all night? You’re supposed to be bringing the wine.”

Leia holds up a bottle of red and some glasses before joining us on the bed. “Don’t tell Isla we’re eating and drinking in bed. She’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

“Who’s Isla?” I ask around a mouth full of pizza casserole.

Leia’s smile lights up her face. “My daughter.”

I open my mouth to ask her about her daughter but Indigo holds up a hand to stop me. “No.”

“No?”

“No. We’re here to sort you out.”

“Sort me out?”

“Do you have to repeat everything I say? You’re worse than my fourth graders.”

“You’re not making any sense.”

She raises her eyebrows. “I’m not making any sense? Me?” She taps her chest with her spoon causing marinara sauce to stain her t-shirt.

“Yes. You.”

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