Page 112 of How to Love a Rockstar

“Is it a bigger basket for my bike?”

“Wrong but we can pick up a new basket if you want one.”

I ignore his offer. “Is it a dinner reservation at the brewery?”

“Wrong.”

“Is it a new cage for Harry?”

“Not exactly.”

Not exactly. I’m getting close. “What do you mean not exactly?”

“I didn’t agree to follow-up questions.”

“But you’re supposed to indicate if I’m right or wrong.”

He shrugs. “Sorry. No can do.”

I squeeze his hand. “Come on. Give me something.”

“Patience is a virtue,” he sings.

“And now I know why you’re not the lead singer of the band,” I grumble.

He barks out a laugh. “Hitting me where it hurts. Ouch.”

“You don’t sound hurt.” I elbow him for good measure.

He pulls a blindfold out of his back pocket. “Will you agree to be blindfolded?”

I cross my arms over my chest and consider his question. The idea of going into a situation blind does not excite me, but this is Dylan. He won’t let anything happen to me.

“You better make it worth my while.”

He spins me around, places the blindfold on, and ties it in the back. He kisses my neck before whispering in my ear, “I’ll make it worth your while over and over again tonight.”

I ignore the shiver darting through my system at the feel of his breath on my skin and his voice in my ear. “If this is a sex thing, I’m going to be disappointed.”

“My love, I will never disappoint you.”

Is he trying to make me combust into flames in the middle of the street in Winter Falls where anyone could be watching? Where anyone is probably watching?

“Come along.” He grasps my hand and leads me around the corner.

“Are we there yet?”

“Almost.”

We stop a few steps later and he spins me around until I don’t know which way I’m facing.

“Is there a pinata? I have to warn you, I’m a competitive pinata player.”

He chuckles. “There’s no pinata. But good idea for the future.”

“Bring it on, guitar boy. Bring it on.”

“Close your eyes.”

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