Page 6 of How to Love a Rockstar

Sure enough. She sniffs and her nose lifts in the air as she answers, “Eostre is the fertility goddess of humans and crops.She mated with the solar god of the spring, Equinox, and nine months later gave birth to a god child.”

Winter Falls sure loves pagan stuff. I probably should have read up on pagan festivals before coming to live here, but I was so excited to finally land a position as head librarian, I packed up and moved before the ink on my employment contract was dry.

“And how do we celebrate the mating of the fertility goddess with the solar god?”

Gratitude doesn’t answer. She doesn’t need to. We round the corner to Main Street and oh my. The street is packed with people. The shop owners have set up booths to sell their wares on the sidewalk, and I can smell all kinds of yummy food. My stomach rumbles in response.

“There’s a craft fair in the park if you’re interested,” Gratitude says before waving at someone and walking away.

A craft fair sounds interesting since I could use some decorations to liven up the apartment I’m moving into next week. I can’t wait to get out of Gratitude’s house and have my own place. No roommates, no family, no landlord. All mine. All I’ve ever wanted is a place of my own.

“Virginia! Virginia!”

I scan the area until my gaze lands on Indigo waving me over. I begin toward her until I notice who she’s with.

Dylan. The boy who humiliated me in high school. Jerk.

Unfortunately, he’s also a handsome jerk. The cute surfer boy from high school grew up into a sexy man. Couldn’t he have gained a stomach pouch or gotten a crooked nose from a bar fight? Life isn’t fair because Dylan is sexier now than ever before.

Those lean muscles he had in high school are now bulging muscles my fingers itch to touch. Do they feel as hard as they appear? And since when are tattoos sexy? Apparently, if it’s a full sleeve tattoo on Dylan’s right arm, it is. I shouldn’t want to touch them, to feel them with my tongue, but I do. More than I’ll ever admit.

I debate pretending I didn’t notice Indigo but she cocks an eyebrow in challenge. She knows darn well I don’t want to be in the vicinity of the sexy jerk, but she doesn’t care. Sigh. The things I do for my friends.

I make my way to her and hug her in greeting.

“Hi, Virginia,” Dylan says before Indigo can speak. He reminds me of an eager puppy. Which shouldn’t be adorable.

I scowl at him. “Hello, Dylan.”

“When are you going to put me out of my misery and go out on a date with me?”

My mouth gapes open. Is he serious? Does he not remember me asking him out in high school? Or how he couldn’t say no to me fast enough? And I thought I was humiliated before. Nope. This is a whole new level of humiliation.

“Why would I go out with you? You don’t even know who I am.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Thus, a date to get to know you.”

He has got to be kidding me. Does he think I’ll jump at the chance to date him since he’s a rockstar now? Not happening.

But you want to lick his tattoos,a voice in the back of my mind reminds me. I ignore her. Humiliation trumps licking tattoos no matter how glorious the muscles underneath those tattoos are any day.

“You’re an idiot,” I mumble before facing Indigo. “I’m going to the craft fair. Let’s plan to meet up for coffee soon.”

“Yes! It’s been too long, girl.”

I march off but not before I hear one of the band members yellburn.I giggle. Dylan’s finally getting a taste of his own medicine. Excellent. It’ll do his big fat head good to remember not every woman in the universe wants to throw herself at him.

You want to throw yourself at him,the voice in the back of my mind whispers. I mentally shove my palm in her face to shut her up.

I slow down to do a bit of window shopping at the jewelry storeBohemian Treasures. I may also be eavesdropping, but can you blame me? The boy I was obsessed with in high school is getting teased by his bandmates because I said no to a date. I couldn’t have written a better script if this were a romance novel.

The ribbing gets cut off when someone screams, “CASH” at the top of her lungs. “I saw Cash fromCash & the Sinners.He’s here!”

Oh no. The band doesn’t have any security in town.

I scoff. “Cash & the Sinnerswouldn’t be in Winter Falls.”

The crowd ignores me and I’m jostled as they rush toward the corner where I left Dylan and the others. This is bad. I’m familiar with the nature channel. I know stampedes don’t end well for the prey.

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