Page 81 of How to Love a Rockstar

Fender crosses his arms over his chest and grunts.

Lyric clears his throat. “I’d really appreciate it if you’d stop discussing murder in front of me.”

“Especially my murder,” Jett adds and everyone glares at him. Why is everyone glaring at him? What am I missing?

“Where’s the intruder?” I ask.

“You’re looking at him.” Indigo motions to Jett.

My brow wrinkles. “You’re saying Jett broke into the library?”

Jett drops his chin to his chest. “I did.”

I must be hearing things. “You broke into the library?”

“Yes.”

“You crawled through the window of my office and scared me to death on purpose?”

At his nod, I lose it.

“What is wrong with you? I was terrified. I thought I was going to die. I thought I’d never see Dylan again.” Tears flow down my cheeks but I’m not finished. “Do you have any idea how it feels to be scared so bad you can’t breathe? To realize you have nowhere to go and no one is going to save you? Do you? Do you???”

Dylan buries my face in his shoulder and I cling to him.

“Ginny, you’re safe. I promise you’re safe. You’ll always be safe as long as I’m around.”

I believe him. I’m safe with him. It’s why I love him.

I’m not startled by the revelation. It was bound to happen after all. Dylan’s shown me I can depend on him, and I can trust him. And then there’s the whole sexy thing and nights spent in his arms. Of course, I love him.

I gaze up at him. “Thank you.”

He smiles. “You never need to thank me.”

Lyric clears his throat and I glance over at him. “I think someone could do with a night in jail.” He twirls his cuffs as he approaches Jett who holds up his hands as he backs away.

“It was a prank.”

“A prank?” No way. No way did Jett scare me for a prank. He’s not an a-word. Or, at least, I thought he wasn’t. “What kind of prank?”

“Um…” Jett bites his lip.

“It doesn’t matter,” Dylan grumbles. “He should have known better.”

“I am sorry, Virginia,” Jett says but I have no response. It was a prank? A prank?!

Lyric grasps his shoulder and whirls him around before snatching his hand and snapping the handcuffs in place.

“Let’s go.” The chief of police leads Dylan’s bandmate out of the library. This is a nightmare. Only I’m not sleeping.

Fender’s the first person to move. He stops in front of me. “Jett’s an idiot. I’m sorry he scared you.”

“It wasn’t your fault.”

“Let me know if you need anything,” he says to Dylan before leaving.

Gibson’s next. “He didn’t mean to scare you.”

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