Page 102 of How to Love a Rockstar

“I know.” I fucking hate it, but I know.

“Why the hell did you break up with her then?”

“I didn’t break up with her.”

“You didn’t?” Cash asks. “I’m confused.”

I blow out a breath and admit, “Ginny’s worried she doesn’t have what it takes to love a rockstar.”

“Bullshit. Virginia’s strong,” Jett says.

“I know. I told her as much, but she thinks she’s weak with how she reacted to the paps.”

“From what Peace told me, your girl was anything but weak,” Cash says.

I know Ginny’s not weak. “What did Peace say?”

“She didn’t answer any of their questions and when they wouldn’t let her pass, she pushed her way through and got herself to safety in the apartment building.”

“That’s my girl.” Pride fills me. I keep telling Ginny she’s the strongest person I know. She doesn’t believe me, but I’ll keep telling her until she does. I just need to get over this ‘I need space’-bullshit first.

“What happened? Why are you here beating up Fender instead of with your girl?” Cash asks.

Fender grunts. “As if.”

I run a hand through my hair and pull on the ends. “She wants space. Whatever the fuck that means.”

Jett glares at me. “What did you do to her?”

My shoulders fall and I collapse on the sofa. “I couldn’t answer my phone when she rang in a panic about the paps. We were in the middle of the interview. I assumed she was fine. I thought Fender had her.”

“The offer to hit me still stands.”

Hitting Fender isn’t the solution. Will it make me feel good? Hell, yeah. But it won’t solve my current problem – how to convince Ginny I’m worth the risk. That my being a rockstar isn’t a liability. That I can and will protect her in the future.

“What am I going to do?”

“We can play truth or punch until you figure it out,” Cash suggests.

Truth and punch is an asinine game he plays with his brothers when one of them screws up.

“I’m not fielding questions from you lot and letting you punch me when I refuse to answer.”

He grins. “Don’t forget drinking a shot for each question.”

“Getting drunk is not the solution.”

“What?” Gibson gasps. “Getting drunk is always the solution.”

Damn it. I know he’s drinking too much. I know it’s becoming a problem. But I don’t have time to deal with it now. Shit. I’m a sucky boyfriendanda sucky friend.

Jett slaps Gibson upside the head. “How is drinking going to help Dylan get Virginia back?”

Gibson shrugs. “Shots open up the mind to the possibilities of the world.”

“I think you mean shots make women’s panties drop,” Jett grumbles.

Cash leans back in his chair. “There’s an easy solution here.”

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