Page 78 of How to Love a Rockstar

I sip my drink and giggle when the bubbles tickle my nose.

“Do you like it?”

“It’s fruity and bubbly and yummy.”

He grins. “Good.”

My stomach rumbles and he chuckles. “I guess I better feed you.”

“I think I forgot to eat lunch,” I mutter. I didn’t forget to eat lunch. I skipped lunch and planned to have an early dinner. But I’m not reminding Mr. Money Bags about my economical lifestyle.

He fixes me a plate of potato salad, coleslaw, and fried chicken. “It smells delicious,” I say as I dig in. I groan. The potato salad is perfect. Not too much mayo. The way I prefer it.

He makes his own plate and we sit side by side gazing at the waterfall as we eat.

“What time do you need to return your bike?” I ask once I finish my food.

“Why would I need to return my bike?”

“You rented it for the entire weekend?”

“It’s not a rental. I bought it.”

I scrunch my nose. “But you won’t be in Winter Falls much longer.”

He grasps my chin and forces me to face him. “You’re here, Ginny. I’ll be in Winter Falls as often and as much as I can as long as you’re here.”

Hope starts to build in my chest. “You will?”

“Of course.”

Hope bursts throughout me. Dylan isn’t fleeing Winter Falls as soon as he can. He won’t abandon me once the album is finished.

Maybe the Virginia and Dylan story won’t be a short one after all.

Chapter 25

Prank – a really stupid idea

Virginia

“Good job.”

My mouth gapes open. Did Gratitude seriously tell me I did a good job at something? Miracles do happen!

“Thank you,” I murmur once I remember how to form words.

“This is the kind of work I expect from you when I retire.”

I clench my jaw before my mouth can gape open again. This is the first time the r-word has left her lips since I arrived in Winter Falls in January. I was beginning to think she forgot all about the whole retirement thing.

“I’m taking the rest of the day off. I expect things to be shipshape when I open the library tomorrow morning.”

“Of course. Have a nice afternoon.”

I hold my tongue as she gathers her things and walks out the front door. Once she’s no longer visible, I squeal. “Yes!”

A woman reading a book on a comfy chair in the corner scowls at me and I mouthsorry.

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