Page 78 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

He’s not wrong. I hold out my hand. “Deal?”

He shakes my hand. “And I’m leaving this house and my money to you when I die.”

“First of all, you’re a crotchety old man. You’re never dying. Secondly, I don’t want your house or your money.”

“It’s yours anyway.” He points to the door with his cane. “Your young man is here.”

I kiss his forehead. “Don’t wait up for me.”

“Use protection!” He shouts after me.

I’m sure my face is bright red when I open the door. “Ignore him. Everyone else does.”

“Don’t ignore me! You don’t want no baby yet.”

I hang my head, but Gibson chuckles.

“I think I like your uncle.”

“Then, you don’t know him very well,” I mutter.

“I heard you.”

“I know,” I holler at Uncle Mercury. “You have the hearing of a bat.”

Gibson grasps my hand. “You ready to go or do you want to shout at your uncle some more before we leave?”

I pretend to consider the matter. “I’m good.”

“Bye, Mr. Mercury,” Gibson calls.

I hurry him out the door before Uncle Mercury starts a lecture about the use of Mr. and why it’s ruining society. I’ve heard it once already. And I still don’t know what he was going on about.

I screech to a halt when I realize the Hummer has an electric motor. “No.”

Gibson’s brow wrinkles. “No, what?”

“I’m not going anywhere in that, that thing masquerading as a vehicle.”

“Too big for you?” He waggles his eyebrows and I slap his stomach.

“It’s not about size.” Not all about size. “Where’s the roar of the engine? The vibration of the engine? And all electric vehicles are automatic.” I shiver. “Where’s the fun in driving a car without shifting?”

He chuckles. “I knew you were a mechanic. I didn’t realize you’re a gearhead.”

I roll my eyes. “Of course, I’m a gearhead.” I lift my hands in the air. “Do you realize how long I have to wash my hands to get the grease out from underneath my nails?”

I don’t wait for him to answer and tug him toward the garage. “We’ll take the Charger.”

“Your uncle won’t mind?”

I shrug. “Since he just declared he’s leaving me his house and fortune when he dies, I think not.”

He pauses. “What?”

“Don’t worry. I told him no.”

“Why? He’s your uncle. You’re caring for him. You deserve it.”

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