Page 80 of How to Love a Rockstar

Wimp! Scaredy-cat! Coward! Sissy!

I cover my ears with my hands but the words don’t stop.

“Ginny.”

“No! No!”

A hand lands on my shoulder and I scream as long and as hard as I can. “STOOOOOOP!”

“Ginny! Ginny! Ginny!”

Wait. My step-brothers don’t call me Ginny. To them, I’m ‘Virginia the forever virgin’.

I slowly open my eyes. Dylan is kneeling in front of me with his hands up, palms out.

“It’s me, Ginny. Dylan.”

I fly at him and tackle him to the floor.

“Thank you for coming,” I manage to say before I burst into tears.

He wraps his arms around me and holds me close. “You’re okay, Ginny. You’re okay. No one’s going to hurt you.”

When my tears slow, he lifts my head and wipes the moisture from my face. “Feeling better?” I nod. “Ready to sit up?”

I realize we’re laying on the floor at my place of work. I struggle to sit up and end up kneeing him in the crotch.

“Ow!” he yelps.

“Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.” I scramble to my feet.

I nearly crawl under the desk again when I realize the library is no longer empty. The chief of police is standing in the middle of the room with his hands on his hips while Indigo and the rest of Dylan’s band surround him.

“What is everyone doing here?” And could this be any more embarrassing? At least the heat emitting from my face could power the library for the rest of the year.

“Enjoying my last minutes of freedom before the police haul me off to prison for murder,” Indigo says.

“Um. What?” I scan the area. “Is someone dead? What are you talking about?”

She growls and points at Jett. “I’m going to kill him.”

She launches herself at him but Cash wraps an arm around her waist to stop her. “It’s probably best not to announce you’re going to kill someone in front of the chief of police.”

The chief ambles toward me. “Virginia, I’m Lyric, the chief of police.”

Dylan wraps an arm around me and hauls me close. I’m surprised he doesn’t grunt the wordmine. I pat his stomach.

“I’m okay now,” I lie. I’m not okay now. But I will be. Especially if Dylan keeps me wrapped up close.

“I’m not,” he growls.

“Why? What’s wrong?”

He points to Jett. “I’m going to kill him.”

“We can make it a group effort. It’ll be one of those bonding experiences Aurora’s always begging us to try,” Cash says.

Gibson raises his hand. “I’m in.”

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