Page 118 of How to Love a Rockstar

“Gross!”

I chuckle. “You good?” She nods. “You ready to meet your nephews?” Another nod.

I whirl her around. “Noah and Elijah meet your Aunt Virginia.”

Ginny waves at them. “Hi!”

“Do you play in a rock band like Uncle Dylan?” Noah asks.

“No, I’m a librarian.”

Noah’s nose wrinkles but Elijah’s eyes light up. “Have you read the Percy Jackson books?”

“Of course.”

“Which is your favorite?”

“Mom,” Noah whines. “Elijah’s being boring.”

I wrap an arm around his neck and rub my knuckles over his head. “Who’s boring now?”

“I had to have two boys. I couldn’t have had girls,” Janis complains when she steps onto the porch.

I snort. “As if girls are easier to raise.”

I notice Ginny wringing her hands together and place a hand on her back in support. She leans into me. I will never get tired of her leaning into me.

“Hi,” Ginny says. “It’s—”

Janis launches herself at her. “Thank goodness Dylan found you.”

“I didn’t realize he was lost.”

Janis giggles. “You’re going to fit in just fine.”

“Stop hogging her.” Linda elbows Janis out of the way so she can hug Ginny.

I check she’s okay before going to help Mom with the suitcases.

“About time you came to help,” Mom grumbles with a smile on her face.

“Just making sure Ginny’s not overwhelmed with this crazy family.”

Mom throws her arms around me. “I’m happy for you.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Now,” she says as she releases me, “let’s get this car unpacked. I’m ready to put my feet up.”

“You should have let me pick you up from the airport,” I say as I grab the suitcases.

“Don’t be silly. There was no need for you to drive all the way to Denver and back. We were fine.”

Mom’s always fine, and she never needs help. Or so she says.

“Come and meet Ginny.” I nod toward the house where Ginny is surrounded by my four sisters. My two nephews are missing but I’m not surprised. I know how it feels to be outnumbered by a bunch of girls in the family.

Mom rushes toward the house. Ginny notices her, her eyes widen, and she starts wringing her hands again. My little librarian is shy. Her cheeks darken and my pants tighten. A blush on her cheeks never fails to make my cock twitch with excitement. He’s addicted to her. As am I.

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