Page 29 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

Crossroads – when you are lost and don’t know which way to go

Mercy

“Uncle Mercury,” I warn. He has the ornery look on his face. It’s clear he’s about to say something mean.

“What? The place was worse than a drug den.”

“How was it worse than a drug den?”

“Did you not notice all the drugs they were handing out? The residents were practically comatose.”

I rub my temples where I feel a headache coming on. This is the third nursing home we’ve visited. None of them were up to my uncle’s standards. I’m starting to worry none of them will ever be.

“You’re gonna have to choose soon. I can’t stay in Winter Falls with you forever.”

“Why not?” He asks as I help him into the car. “You got somewhere else to be?”

No. Not exactly. But Winter Falls isn’t my home. I need to find a job, a place to live, a life.

“And what about your boyfriend?” Mercury continues as I settle into the driver’s seat. “He’s in Winter Falls. You’re not going to abandon him, are you?”

I wave away his concern. “Gibson travels all the time. And he’s rich. He’ll visit me wherever I end up.”

“What’s your rush? Why don’t you get a job in town?”

I snort. “I’m a mechanic. There aren’t exactly jobs for mechanics in a town where combustion engines are banned.”

“Some mechanic you are. You haven’t managed to get the piece of junk you drove into town running.”

“I don’t have any tools. I don’t have my shop.”

My stomach sours at the reminder of how I no longer have my shop. Of how my ex stole it from me. Such a douchebag. I should have hit him with a wrench when I had the chance.

“Why don’t you ask Basil?”

Basil? Basil is a herb not a person. Or?

“Who’s Basil?”

“He owns the tow truck in town.”

My mouth gapes open. “There’s a tow truck in town?”

“Winter Falls is full of surprises.”

If there’s a tow truck business in town, then I am indeed surprised. I’m also stopping by as soon as we get back in town. Betsy is done for but maybe this Basil guy is interested in buying some parts from her.

I drop my uncle off at the house before steering toward Basil’s place. His business is about a mile outside of town on the opposite side of Mercury.

I’m shocked when I pull up to a large garage. It’s the first garage I’ve seen in Winter Falls. There isn’t much need for garages when most people use golf carts and bikes to get around. There isn’t a sign indicating this is Basil’s business but there’s a tow truck parked in the driveway.

I open the car door but before I can step out my phone vibrates in my pocket with a message.

Do you want to go on a date tonight?

Why is Gibson asking me out on a date?

Is it a band thing?

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