Page 11 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“Whatever,” he mutters since he knows I’m right.

By my count, he’s broken his leg at least three times. And I’m not including all the sprains and other broken bones. The man is a daredevil who has no fear for his safety. One of these days it’s going to bite him in the ass.

“Get moving. Isla’s waiting for us.”

For someone who claims to hate children and has declared he will never have any, Jett certainly spends a lot of time with Leia’s eleven-year-old daughter.

I follow him out of our place to the house next door, which Fender shares with Leia and Isla. The door opens before we can enter and our bandmates and their girlfriends tumble outside. Dylan and Virginia are first. Fender and Leia with Isla in between them are next.

Last to exit are Cash and Indigo. Except Cash doesn’t look like Cash.

“What the hell are you wearing?” I ask him.

“Language,” Fender growls and points to Isla.

“Sorry. What the heck are you wearing?”

“It’s a disguise,” Cash answers. “Downtown will be crowded today with the Mabon festival.”

“I get the baseball cap. I even get the glasses with the funny nose. What I don’t get is the fat suit.” His t-shirt strains against his stomach.

“It was my idea,” Indigo says. “The baseball cap and glasses can’t hide his sexy body. He needs to hide his sexiness or he’ll be spotted by fans.”

Cash wraps an arm around her and pulls her near. “You think I’m sexy.”

She rolls her eyes. “Was there any doubt?”

He waggles his eyebrows. “Maybe you can—”

Fender growls. “Child present.”

Isla huffs. “I’m not a child.”

“She’s practically twelve,” Jett says and holds out his hand to her. She rushes to him. Together, they skip down the street ahead of us.

“Who else thinks it’s extremely weird Jett is skipping with a child?” I ask.

Leia glares at me. “What’s wrong with Isla?”

I hold up my palms and back away from her. “There’s nothing wrong with Isla. The problem is Jett. He ‘hates’ children.”

Her brow furrows. “He’s been nothing but kind to my daughter.”

“Thus the weirdness.”

Fender reaches across Leia to smack me upside the head. “Enough,” he growls.

“I thought you were going to stop being a grump since you’ve found love.” I feign gagging on the word love. Love. Ugh. Who needs it? Not me. Love is a lie.

Leia giggles. “Fender will always be a grump.”

He smiles down at her. “But I’m your grump.”

“I think I’ll go skip with Jett,” I mutter before hurrying ahead of the three couples.

For the past decade, it’s been the five of my bandmates against the world. Now, three of them are happily coupled off. At least Jett and I have a pact to never fall in love.

“What is Mabon anyway?” I ask when we arrive at Main Street.

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