Page 58 of How to Love a Rockstar

“How about I put on a hat?” I dig the ballcap I always carry with me out of my back pocket and put it on. “What do you think? I’m sexy, aren’t I? The question is. Am I too sexy?”

She giggles. I want to spend my life making her giggle. There are other things I want to spend my life making her do but patience is the name of the game.

“Uh oh,” she mutters and points.

The gossip gals are approaching. I love these women. Are they over the top? Yes, they are. But they’re also on a mission to match me with Ginny. I’ll take whatever help I can get.

“You’re late,” Sage says.

“Late? I didn’t realize we had a date.” I chuckle. “I’m a poet and didn’t know it.”

Ginny groans. “Mr. Cliché has arrived at the party.”

“Don’t be silly. Mr. Cliché is always at the party.”

“You need to hurry or you’ll miss the Maypole dance.”

The Maypole dance sounds fun.

“Um, I don’t want to dance.” Ginny’s shoulders drop and she hunches forward. She’s trying to disappear, but I won’t stand for it. She should shine bright.

“But you’ll miss a whole year of fertility if you don’t dance around the Maypole,” Cayenne exclaims.

Ginny’s eyes widen as she retreats a step. “A whole year of fertility?”

I guess we now know how a festival celebrates fertility. I wouldn’t mind Ginny ensuring she’s fertile for a year. I can imagine little girls with Ginny’s long brown hair and her whiskey colored eyes running around at our feet. I’ve always wanted a big family.

But it’s too early. We’ve barely started dating and Ginny still has reservations about me being in a rock band.

I clasp Ginny’s hand to keep her from fleeing. “If Ginny doesn’t want to do the Maypole dance, you won’t force her.”

Clove sighs. “Ginny? He calls her Ginny.”

Petal smiles. “Wonderful. Our plan is working.”

Sage crosses her arms over her chest. “Our plan was to get them to dance around the Maypole.”

Feather winks at me. “I love surprise pregnancy books.”

Ginny squeaks. Her fear is palpable in the air. As much as I’m enjoying the matchmaking by the gossip gals, I won’t have Ginny scared.

“We’re not dancing around the Maypole. The decision is final.”

Feather fans her face with her hand. “Oh my. He does have a bit of alpha in him.”

Cayenne rolls her eyes. “Of course, he does. He’s her protector.”

“If you’ll excuse us, ladies. I promised my girl a hot chocolate.” I don’t wait for them to respond before steering Ginny through the crowd toward the stand set up in front ofBake Me Happy.

“Thank you,” Ginny says.

“I haven’t bought you the hot chocolate yet.” I wink to let her know I understand her, but she doesn’t need to thank me for protecting her. She never will.

“But you will.”

No sense denying it. She doesn’t know it yet but I’ll buy her whatever she wants.

“Virginia!” Bryan shouts in greeting when we reach the front of the line. “I haven’t seen you in a while.”

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