Page 18 of How to Love a Rockstar

“A pizza for us?”

He points to the plate on the coffee table. “I believe I found the pizza.”

“Why didn’t they tell me we’re supposed to share it?” I sound as if I’m pouting. Probably because I am. I planned to save the leftover slices for lunch tomorrow. Maybe for dinner, too.

“I don’t know but my mouth is watering. It smells delicious.” As if on cue, his stomach growls.

Dang it. I don’t want to be near Dylan –liar! –but I can’t let him go hungry.

“Interfering gossip gals and their matchmaking,” I grumble before opening the door wide and motioning Dylan inside.

“Matchmaking?” he asks.

Never mind. I’m not telling the man who’s asked me out several times since I arrived in Winter Falls how I believe the gang of five elderly women are trying to push us together. He doesn’t need any more incentives. What he needs is to remember what happened in high school.

“Why don’t I cut the pizza in two? You can take half back to your apartment.”Awesome idea, Virginia.

But then Dylan frowns and hurt flashes in those blue eyes that remind me of the ocean on a hot summer day. And now I feel like I’m the jerk.

“I’ll get the plates,” I mutter.

“I brought beer.” He lifts a six-pack I hadn’t noticed before in the air. “Damn. I didn’t ask if you drink beer. I don’t have any wine. What kind of wine do you drink? I’ll make sure to buy a few bottles for when you come over.”

For when I come over? Someone is getting ahead of himself. Way ahead of himself.

I will not be spending any time in Dylan’s apartment. I don’t care how my body yearns for him. This is the man who embarrassed me in high school and doesn’t even remember! The situation couldn’t be any more humiliating.

“Beer’s fine.”

He grins. “A woman who enjoys beer. Perfect.”

I roll my eyes. I’m far from perfect.

I head to the kitchen where I pull out another plate and some napkins before returning to the living room. Dylan is already sprawled on the sofa making himself comfortable.

He picks up the remote. “What movie do you want to watch?”

“Movie?”

“Or we can talk while we eat. Get to know each other. How’s Harry today?”

Get to know him better when I’m already having a hard enough time resisting him? Bad idea. “A movie sounds good.”

He chuckles as he switches on the television. “Rom-com okay with you?”

I narrow my eyes at him. “You enjoy rom-coms?”

He shrugs as his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink. “I grew up with four sisters. I didn’t get much choice as to what movies we watched.”

Dylan has four sisters? I didn’t know. And I thought I knew everything about him.

“Your sisters are never mentioned in the media.”

He smirks. “Have you been checking up on me?”

I glare at him. I am not going to admit to stalkingCash & the Sinners.I am not a loser fan girl who follows the band from venue to venue throwing my panties at them while they perform.

“My best friend has been in love with the singer of the band since high school. Of course, I read the media about the band.”

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