Page 97 of How to Love a Rockstar

“Cop.”

“No worries,” Cash says. “It’s Peace. My brother won’t arrest me.”

I’m still shocked Cash has six half-brothers in Winter Falls. It’s the entire reason we ended up here. He was orphaned at seventeen with no family to take him in. And now he has a parcel of brothers plus their partners and children.

The blue lights flash on the police vehicle but Cash doesn’t stop until we reach the apartment building. I jump out of the car and rush to the door.

“I’m sorry,” Peace calls.

I stumble to a stop. “You’re sorry?” I stalk toward him. “What exactly are you sorry for?”

He holds up a hand. “I may be Cash’s brother, but I’m still a police officer.”

I fist my hands. “What are you sorry for?”

“We had an incident with paparazzi today.”

Fucking paps. “What kind of incident?”

“They swarmed the apartment building waiting for Virginia.”

“How the fuck did they know about Virginia?” Don’t get me wrong. I’m not ashamed to be dating Ginny, but it’s none of the world’s business who I date.

Peace shrugs. “I assume someone from town told them.”

“And once we find out who it is, we’ll be dealing with them,” Sage says as she joins us with the rest of the gossip gals behind her.

“What happened? Was Ginny hurt?”

My heart nearly stops. Ginny can’t be hurt. I know I failed her but she has to be okay.

“We think she’s fine, but she’s not answering her door,” Clove says.

Cayenne holds up a casserole dish. “We wanted to bring her some comfort food.”

“And check on her,” Feather adds.

“I appreciate it, ladies.” And I do. But where the hell were they when the paps were here?

I run a hand down my face.No fair, Dylan. I’m her protector. I’m the one who should have been here. No blaming other people to avoid my own guilt.

“I need to check on her,” I say and turn away.

“Don’t forget the casserole.” Cayenne shoves it into my hands.

I hurry into the apartment building and up the stairs to Ginny’s apartment. I don’t bother knocking on the door. I use my key to unlock it and barge inside.

The living room and kitchen are empty so I run down the hallway to her bedroom. I try to push the door open but it doesn’t budge.

“Ginny! Are you in there?”

“Dylan! Dylan, is that you?”

“Open the door, my love.”

I hear shuffling before the door opens a smidge. Her chest of drawers is blocking the opening but I’m not waiting. I climb over the piece of furniture until I can reach Ginny and pull her into my arms.

“I’m so sorry, my love.” I rock her back and forth as she clings to me. She sniffles and my t-shirt gets soaked as she cries. “I should have been here. I should have made sure you were safe.”

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