Page 23 of How to Love a Rockstar

“This is Olivia,” Indigo introduces. “She’s Cash’s sister-in-law.”

“Future sister-in-law.” Olivia waves her left hand, showing off her diamond engagement ring. Her other hand rubs her baby bump.

Envy shoots through me. I want a baby, a family, a husband to love me. I’m hoping Winter Falls, far away from my past and family, is my chance. And I’m not talking about a certain guitar player.

Sure, you aren’t.

“Hi!” I wave. “I’m Virginia.”

“You’re the new librarian.” Olivia looks me up and down. “Who knew librarians could be this sexy?”

I duck my chin to hide how pink my cheeks are.

“Livie!” A man scolds from behind her. “Don’t embarrass her.”

“How is telling someone she’s sexy embarrassing?” She motions to the man. “This is Peace, my baby daddy.”

He growls. “I told you to stop calling me baby daddy.”

She widens her eyes to make herself appear innocent. Something tells me this woman hasn’t been innocent a day in her life. “Are you saying you’re not the father of this child?”

Peace growls. “You know I am.”

She bats her eyelashes. “Then, why are you upset when I call you my baby daddy?”

I giggle. This woman is trouble. The fun kind.

“You laughed! We’re going to be best friends now.” Olivia pulls me into a hug.

“Thank you?” I say when she releases me.

She winks. “I’m a great friend. Ask Indigo. We’re best friends, too.”

An alarm sounds. “Time to begin.” She rushes off.

“She’s the teacher?”

“You try and stop her,” Peace mumbles before following after her.

Indigo grasps my hand and leads me toward the front of the class. I dig my feet in. I am not standing in the front row at my first yoga class.

“Stubborn,” Indigo mutters as she switches direction.

“Not wanting to do what you want me to do doesn’t make me stubborn.”

We find two empty spaces in the back of the room right before a gong sounds.

“Let’s begin,” Olivia announces. The door bangs open and Dylan saunters in. “Just in time. Please find a mat.”

“Did you tell him we’d be here?” I hiss at Indigo.

“Nope.” She smirks. “It’s serendipity.”

It is not serendipity. There’s nothing serendipitous about Dylan showing up at a yoga class I’m attending. It’s stalking is what it is.

Dylan grins as he swaggers toward me. “You mind moving?” he asks the woman on my left. He points to me. “I want to be next to my friends.”

“Sure,” she breathes out. I roll my eyes. Slayed by Dylan’s fake charm with one question.

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