Page 4 of How to Love a Rockstar

“I do not snore.” Gibson stalks toward Fender.

Cash moves to stand in front of Gibson. “Behave or there will be no breakfast this morning.”

Gibson sniffs and backs up. “Fine.”

Once Cash is gone, we settle at the kitchen table and I pour everyone coffee. It isn’t long before footfalls on the stairs indicate Indigo is on her way downstairs. Not surprising since this is Indigo’s grandmother’s house. By some weird coincidence, Cash ended up renting the house at the same time Indigo’s grandma died and Indigo returned to settle the estate.

“Good morning!” I greet when she enters the kitchen.

She scans the room and narrows her eyes when she realizes the entire band is in her kitchen. “What are you doing here? What are all of you doing here?”

Gibson smirks. “We had a slumber party.”

Fender grunts. “We fell asleep working on a song.”

Jett sticks his tongue out at Fender. “Where’s your sense of adventure?”

“I think you have enough adventure in you for the two of us.”

Gibson smirks. “I have a sense of adventure.”

The back door opens and Cash strolls in carrying several bags. “Getting takeout in this town is a hassle,” he mutters. When he catches sight of Indigo, he smiles. “Good morning, Indy. Sorry about these ruffians. They climbed through my window last night and wouldn’t leave.”

“Says the man who ate all the potato chips,” I complain.

Cash lifts up the bags he’s carrying. “I brought breakfast as a peace offering.”

“Yes!” Gibson dives at the bags.

Jett snatches a bag from Gibson’s hands. “I’m starving.”

Cash snaps his teeth at them. “If you ruin Indy’s blueberry pancakes, I’m going to kick your asses.”

“Blueberry pancakes?” The warmth in Indigo’s eyes as she looks at Cash has the flare of jealousy in my stomach reigniting. I ignore it. I refuse to be jealous of two of my oldest friends.

Cash hands her a plate. “I remember they’re your favorite.”

Everyone settles around the kitchen table to dig into their food.

“Are you guys going to the recording studio this morning?” Indigo asks.

“Nope,” Cash says. “Not until this afternoon. If it’s okay with you, I want to help you bring those boxes to the library first.”

“You don’t have to. If you need to work, I understand.”

“I’ll help, too,” I volunteer since I know Cash is going to help no matter what Indigo says. And we really should be in the recording studio. The sooner we finish this album, the sooner we can have a break. “We’ll be done in no time and then we can hit the recording studio to record our new song.”

Cash kicks me under the table. I glare at him. “Why did you kick me?”

“No reason,” he grumbles.

“It’s no secret ournewalbum will havenewsongs on it.”

“Oh no,” Gibson whines. “Mommy and Daddy are fighting.”

Fender punches his shoulder. “No.”

Gibson bats his eyelashes. “No, what?”

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