Page 100 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

I scowl. I’m not a clinger. Zeke was an asshole. He said I was a clinger to avoid telling me where he was because he was a big fat cheater.

Gibson isn’t Zeke. He’s kind and considerate.

I raise my hand to knock, but the door flies open before I can.

“I was wondering how long you were going to stand there,” Jett says.

I narrow my eyes at him. “I was thinking.”

He steps out onto the porch and shuts the door behind him. Alarm bells go off in my head. Why is he stopping me from entering the house he shares with Gibson?

“I need to prepare you.”

Those alarm bells are blaring now. My heart pounds as fear races through me. Is Gibson with another woman? Is he cheating on me? I clutch my chest. “What’s going on?”

Jett scratches his chin. “Um…”

“Tell me already.” The suspense is killing me.

“We went to the brewery for lunch.”

“And?” I push.

“And um…”

“This is not you preparing me. This is you freaking me out.”

“Mercy!” Gibson shouts from within the house.

“Damn,” Jett mutters before he opens the door and motions for me to enter. “I’ll be somewhere else. Fender is next door if you need him.”

“Why would I need Fender?”

He shrugs as he retreats to the porch steps.

“And where are you going?”

He waves. What he doesn’t do is answer.

“Mercy!”

I inhale a deep breath and march into the house. Whatever the problem is I can handle it.

I find Gibson laying on the sofa in the living room.

“You’re here!” He attempts to stand but stumbles and ends up rolling off the sofa onto the floor. He laughs. “Oops!”

“Are you drunk?” I ask.

Here I thought he was hollering for me because something was wrong and he needed me. Not hardly.

“Drunk? Nah. I just had a few beers.”

I wait until he manages to sit up and lean against the sofa before speaking. “A few beers?”

“At the brewery.”

I contemplate how to respond. I know accusing him isn’t the way to go. “You promised not to drink while we’re dating.”

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