Page 32 of How to Love a Rockstar

Indigo ignores him. “It’s usually held in November.”

I freeze. “Did you say November?”

“Yeah.” She leans forward and taps the page. “The date’s right here.”

I close the book and hand it to her. “No wonder I don’t remember,” I say but don’t explain further.

“Okay, I’ll bite. Why don’t you remember?” Jet asks.

“November our senior year of high school was the coldest November in decades.” I pause. I hate admitting how I failed my family back then. These guys know everything about me, but still. It hurts to remember how I wasn’t there for my family.

“It’s not your fault,” Cash growls.

“No? Whose fault was it? It certainly wasn’t Mom’s or Janis’ or Joni’s or Linda’s or Stevie’s!”

Indigo holds up a hand. “I know you’re having a moment here but is everyone in your family named after a musician?”

“Indy,” Cash admonishes.

“What? It can’t be a coincidence.”

I run a hand through my hair. “It’s not. My dad loved rock. And my mom indulged him. She indulged him way too much.”

She put up with his various affairs because she loved him and he said they were meaningless. Until the day he took off with his secretary and left us behind. She never heard from him again. She had to divorce the asshole in absentia.

“Okay. Back to November. What happened to make you into a martyr?” Indigo asks.

I glare at her, and Cash growls at me in warning. I drop the glare and blow out a breath of air.

“I didn’t pay the gas bill. We had no heat.”

“Indy’s right. There’s no reason to make yourself a martyr about this. You were just a kid.”

I slam a fist against my chest. “I was the man in the family. I was responsible.”

“As much as I’m enjoying watching Dylan beat himself up,” Jett says and I snap my teeth at him. “Shouldn’t we be coming up with some plan of action for him to get his girl back?”

“Virginia isn’t my girl.”

“Not with that attitude she isn’t.”

“There’s an easy solution.”

I cock my eyebrow at Gibson. What could possibly be easy about this situation?

“Tell Virginia the truth.” He stands. “Now, who’s ready for some food?”

Fender grunts. “He’s right.”

Jett and Cash nod in agreement.

“What do you think, Indigo?”

I’m not accepting my bandmates’ opinions without hearing from a woman on the matter.

“I think Virginia will forgive you if you tell her the truth.”

Hope sparks in my chest. “I have a chance?”

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