Page 94 of How to Love a Rockstar

And I do. Not only did Jett apologize in front of the entire band, which couldn’t have been easy, but he pulled me aside later to apologize in private. He was nervous and fidgeting as he promised to never prank me again. It was sweet and cute.

“Will you be okay on your own?”

Now it’s my turn to scowl. “I’m not weak.”

He kisses my nose. “You’re far from weak, my love. You’re the strongest person I know.”

He’s wrong. I’m not very strong. Getting stronger? For sure. But the strongest person he knows? Not hardly.

“I’ll be fine. Indigo and I are getting together to watch a movie.”

“Good.”

“Come on Loverboy, time to go,” Cash calls from where he’s waiting by his car.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Ginny.” Dylan’s lips meet mine for a brief kiss before he picks up his backpack and strolls to the car.

I watch as they drive away. My stomach gurgles but I place a hand on it and tell it to calm down. It’s only one day. Barely twenty-four hours. He’ll be back tomorrow morning.

I check my watch. Uh oh. I need to hurry if I don’t want to be late to open up the library. I start to walk toward Main Street. I make it two blocks before my phone pings with a message.

Dylan:Miss me yet?

Me:Who’s this?

Dylan:Ha! Ha! See if I get you a last-minute present at the airport because I forgot to buy you something in San Diego.

Me:Let me guess. A San Diego Zoo t-shirt with a panda on it.

Dylan:Pandas are cute.

Me:Pandas poop more than 100 times a day.

Dylan:Gross. No stuffed panda for you.

Me:At the library, need to open up.

Dylan:Have a good workday, my love.

Me:Love you.

I stuff my phone in my pocket and unlock the library. I’m setting my purse down on the circulation desk before I realize how easy it was to write love you to Dylan. I’ve never told a man I’ve loved him before but with Dylan, I can’t seem to stop myself. The man has me – and my heart – completely ensnared.

The day at the library passes quickly. Since the summer holiday began the library is busy with kiddy activities. Five minutes before closing, Indigo arrives.

“What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting at your house?”

She grins. “School’s out of session and Cash is gone. I’m bored.”

I stare at her. “You’re bored or Dylan told you to help me lock up?”

She shrugs. “Dylan might have suggested – strongly – that I help.”

I shake my head. “That man.”

“You love him.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course, I love him. Have you seen him?”

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