Page 10 of How to Love a Rockstar

“No worries. I’ll grab stuff from my place.”

My nose scrunches. “Your place?”

“Yeah. My place.” He points to the apartment across the hallway. “I live there.”

Hold on. Hold on. This has to be a mix-up. This can’t be true. “You live across the hallway from me?”

He grins. “Yep. Didn’t you know your new apartment used to be Gibson and Fender’s apartment?”

I rear back. “No, I didn’t.”

How did I not know this used to be the apartment two of the band members were renting? Dang it. I didn’t think to ask questions when the owner rang and said she had an opening. I merely jumped at the chance of having a home.

And now my home is across the hallway from the man I’m trying to avoid. The same man who is not doing me the courtesy of avoiding me.

“Don’t worry. We bought you new mattresses,” Gibson says.

Fender grunts. “My mattress was fine.”

“Because you’re a monk.”

“I’m not a monk.”

“Oh, do you prefer the term celibate?”

Fender growls. “Not fucking every woman who throws herself at me doesn’t mean I’m celibate.”

Gibson scratches his neck. “It doesn’t?”

“In case anyone’s wondering, I don’t have sex with every woman who throws herself at me either,” Dylan declares.

No one asked. I don’t care how many women he’s slept with. How many fans he’s crooked his obnoxiously sexy finger at. Nope. Not caring at all. And not jealous either. Definitely not.

“Me either.” Cash plops down on the sofa next to Indigo. “I’m a one woman man.”

Jett coughs. “Whipped.”

“About those drinks?” Dylan asks again.

How do I tell him I don’t want anything to drink and could he please go away? And never show his face again? Why can’t I channel those mean girl cheerleaders from high school? Why do I always have to be nice?

You know why.

I ignore my inner voice. If she’s not causing trouble, she’s hinting at truths I don’t want to hear.

Indigo stands. “I’m hungry. Who wants lunch at the brewery?”

She herds the band out of the apartment. Before she shuts the door, she mouths to me,You owe me.

If me owing her means Dylan is out of here, I’m happy to be in her debt.

Now to figure out a way to live across the hall from the man without giving into temptation.

Because no matter how upset I am by my high school humiliation, Dylan is still the definition of temptation wrapped up in a sexy rockstar package.

Chapter 5

Gossip gals – we’re old, not senile

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