Page 114 of How to Love a Rockstar

“I’ve had enough drama over the past days for the rest of my life. Leave me out of it.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “You won’t want to miss this. It’s Leia and Fender. They’re having a screaming match in your backyard.”

“They are?”

Dylan chuckles. “So much for not wanting any drama.”

“Oh, please. I know you and the other band members gossip more than the gossip gals.”

He lays a hand against my cheek. “Go on. We have the rest of our lives to explore this house and make it into a home. A home our children will grow up in.”

“Swoon!” Indigo shouts.

I ignore her. I’m not letting her ruin the moment. No one can ruin this moment. It’s perfect. We’re perfect. And here I thought I didn’t know how to love a rockstar. I got this.

I push up on my toes. “Love you, guitar man,” I whisper before kissing him.

“Love you, too, my little librarian.” He slaps my bottom. “Now, go on. Get out of here. Find out what’s going on and report back.”

“Aye, aye, captain.”

I kiss him one more time before dashing toward Indigo. She grasps my hand and pulls me into the house. I plant my feet at the threshold and glance over my shoulder at Dylan.

“I didn’t say thank you.”

“You love me. I don’t need any more thanks than that.”

I touch my hand to my chest over my new tattoo. “You’re stuck with me now.”

He looks down at his left arm. Unlike his right, the left arm is completely free of tattoos. “Do you know any good tattoo artists?”

The idea of my name permanently inked on his body has me tugging my hand away from Indigo to return to Dylan.

“I might.” I wink. “What do you need it for?”

He pinches my chin. “I want to put the name of my love on my arm so she can trace it with her tongue while I’m buried deep inside her.”

I tremble. “I think this is an excellent idea,” I gasp out.

“Me too.”

His head lowers to mine but before his lips can reach me Indigo shouts, “You guys are worse than me and Cash!” and stomps away.

I burst into laughter and bury my face in Dylan’s shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and I snuggle in close to where I want to be. This is where I always want to be.

Chapter 35

Leia – a single mom who doesn’t need a childless bass player to tell her how to be a parent

Leia

“Mom!” Isla shouts loud enough for the entire state of Colorado to hear.

I blow out a breath and search for my patience before answering – in a normal voice since my daughter is only one room away – “What?”

“We’re going to be late.”

I bury my face in my hands. I don’t want to go to a party. I have a ton of work to do thanks to my boss. Does the man ever sleep?

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