Page 72 of How to Love a Rockstar

Ah, she’s not worried about meeting my mom and four sisters. She’s worried I’ll want to meet her family. And I do. But I can wait.

“I guess we’re doing the holidays with my family then. Mom is going to love that. She hates it when Janis spends time with her in-laws.”

“Did you forget Christmas is more than six months away?”

“I do have a calendar. Actually, I don’t, but my watch has the date on it. Do you want to see?” I hold out my wrist to her.

She giggles as she bats me away. “What about appointments? Don’t you have an agenda on your phone?”

I make a face. “The band’s assistant, Aurora, is always sending us calendar updates and appointments. I prefer it when she just tells us where and when to show up. I don’t need the details.”

“Don’t you want to plan in advance?”

“What’s there to plan?”

“What to wear? What to say? A thousand strategies for escaping should the need arise.”

I bark out a laugh. “If I want to escape, I get up and walk out. And I say whatever I want.”

“You say whatever you want? Aren’t you supposed to be all – I don’t know – prepped by public relations or something?”

“Our manager sent us to some PR-conscious seminar crap when we first hit it big. It lasted three days until Gibson seduced one of the women and Jett disappeared with one of the men to go base jumping.”

Her eyes widen. “Base jumping? Isn’t that dangerous?”

“Dangerous is Jett’s middle name.”

I notice Gibson, Jett, and Fender strolling our way and wave.

“Are you going to stand out here all night making out with your girlfriend or are we going inside?” Jett asks.

“Dude, they’re not making out, or have you forgotten how two people have to be touching lips for it to be considered making out?” Gibson asks. “Do you need some pointers? I’m always willing to help.”

Jett shoves Gibson. “I don’t need any pointers from you. Did you forget I’m winning?”

“What is he winning?” Ginny whispers her question.

I don’t answer. I’m not telling her how two of my bandmates have an ongoing competition about how many women they can have sex with. She’s having a hard enough time handling how I’m a musician. Their bet would throw her over the edge.

I step between Jett and Gibson. “Knock it off, numbskulls. If you get banned from the brewery, you won’t have anywhere else to eat in town.”

Not to mention, if they get banned, the rest of the band will be as well. Considering I plan to spend a lot of time in Winter Falls in the future, I want to be able to eat here.

Jett sticks his thumbs in his belt loops and saunters to the door. “They wouldn’t ban us. We’re practically family.” Fender and Gibson follow him.

“Family?” Ginny asks.

“Two of Cash’s half-brothers own the place.”

“Maybe I should join the town Facebook group,” she mumbles as I lead her inside.

“The town Facebook group?”

She doesn’t have a chance to answer before Indigo shouts, “Virginia!” and jumps to greet her as if they haven’t seen each other in ages.

I raise an eyebrow at Cash.

“Someone needed a bit of liquid courage for her first performance review.”

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