Page 19 of How to Love a Rockstar

The happiness is wiped from his face. Darn it. I didn’t mean to sound like a b-word.

“Make sense.” He points to the TV with the remote. “Now, what movie do you want to watch?”

I shrug. “Whatever you choose is fine.”

“What if you’ve seen it before?”

“I don’t watch many movies.”

“You don’t?”

I motion toward the bookshelves overflowing with books. “I usually read.”

“What kind of books do you enjoy reading?”

I feel my cheeks warm. “Everything.”

He places a slice of pizza on a plate and hands it to me. “You weren’t thinking everything.”

No, I was thinking about all the sexy romance books I enjoy reading. The ones with spicy sex scenes I pretend Dylan is the hero of while I read them. I’m not proud of it but somehow my ideal man always ends up having blond hair and ocean blue eyes.

I shove the pizza in my mouth to avoid answering. While I chew, I nod to the remote control. Dylan sighs but he switches on the television and opens my Netflix app.

“This one is supposed to be funny,” he says as he chooses a movie.

He opens a bottle of beer and hands it to me before opening his own bottle and holding it up.

“Cheers,” he says as he clinks our bottles together.

I settle into the sofa and concentrate on the movie. I do my best to ignore the man sitting next to me but it’s pretty hard to ignore a sexy rockstar. Especially when he smells so good and groans as he eats his pizza.

I need to figure out a way to stop this obsession I have with Dylan. It’s not healthy. Especially since I won’t give in and date the man. Not when he can’t remember how he humiliated me in high school. Has he humiliated so many women, he can’t remember all of their faces?

It’s hard to believe he’s lost count of the number of women he’s humiliated. He’s been nothing but open and genuine since I met him again in Winter Falls. Maybe he’s changed.

A flicker of hope sparks in my chest but I quickly douse it. Rockstar who’s used to women throwing their panties at him, remember?

Chapter 8

Challenge – the wrong thing to say

Dylan

Ichuckle as I glance aroundElectric Vibes.This bar is nothing like the venues we usually play in. And I don’t mean the small size. The placeis a genuine hippie bar.

The walls are covered in posters from Bob Dylan,The Beatles, The Doors, and other popular musicians from the 1960s and 1970s. The tables and chairs are brightly colored and don’t match. And the lights are colored giving the room a groovy vibe.

Winter Falls is awesome. I wouldn’t mind living here forever. My gaze catches on Virginia hiding in the corner of the bar. Forever with Virginia would be even better.

Cash throws an arm around my shoulders. “You ready to play?”

Hell, yeah, I am. My fingers are tingling with excitement to strum my guitar. To be on stage again. To feel the excitement of the crowd.

“Don’t worry. Indy will make sure your girl stays to watch you play.” He slaps me on the back before rushing onto the stage. The crowd goes wild.

When Jett, Gibson, Fender, and I follow him, people rush toward us. I scowl when I notice Virginia trying to escape, but Indigo catches her at the door and drags her to stand right in front of us.

“Good evening, Winter Falls!” Cash shouts. “This one’s for Indigo, the love of my life.”

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