Page 42 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“There is the goat farm outside of town,” Virginia points out.

I retreat two more steps.

Leia pushes me forward. “They’re kidding. Their idea of initiation is bugging you to tell them all of your secrets.”

All of my secrets? I can’t tell them my secrets. Especially not the one about Gibson being my fake boyfriend. I don’t need them tattling to the entire town about how Gibson and I are faking it.

I can’t chance Uncle Mercury finding out. He doesn’t go anywhere all day long but he somehow knows all the gossip anyway. Until he’s settled in a nursing home, this charade must go on.

I plant my hands on my hips. “Is this an interrogation?”

“No, we’re here to reassure you,” Indigo insists. “You don’t need to worry about Gibson cheating on you while he’s away, the guys will keep him in line.”

Acid burns through my stomach at the idea of Gibson having sex with another woman. I rub a hand over my middle to wipe away the jealousy. I can’t be jealous. What Gibson and I have isn’t real.

Except I want him. I want to spend days exploring his naked body, licking his skin, memorizing his tattoos. There’s something about a man with tattoos that revs my engines. Oh, who am I kidding? There’s something about Gibson that revs my engines.

But I am not going to have sex with the rockstar. He practically has the word player tattooed on his forehead. I’ve had enough of players. You can’t trust them.

Time to move this conversation along. “I’m more worried he’s drinking.”

“I can’t believe he stopped drinking for you,” Leia says. “The guys have been trying to get him to stop forever. You show up and in one swoop he quits.”

I shrug. “I wouldn’t date him otherwise.”

Indigo freezes with her hand in the refrigerator. “Do you have a problem with people who drink?”

“No.”

She blows out a breath and pulls a bottle of white wine out.

“But I don’t drink.”

Her nose wrinkles. “At all?”

“Indigo,” Virginia scolds. “When someone says they don’t drink, you don’t ask them questions. You accept it and offer them a soft drink.”

I smile at Virginia. She appears all shy and meek but this woman has a backbone.

Indigo scowls. “You can’t tell me you aren’t curious.”

“It doesn’t matter if I’m curious. You’re being rude,” Virginia accuses.

“It’s okay.” I’m quick to reassure them. I don’t want to be the cause of a fight between them. “I’m used to all the intrusive questions.”

Leia barks out a laugh. “You think you’ve experienced intrusive questions before, but you don’t know Indigo. She’s the definition of nosy.”

“Ah, but was her nickname in school nosy?” I ask.

Leia groans. “Don’t tell me we now have two nosy Nellies in our friendship group.”

“I never said I was part of this friendship group.”

Indigo laughs. “It’s cute you think you have a choice.”

“Can we at least sit down before you stick your nose in my business?” I ask but don’t wait for an answer before plopping down on the sofa. I moan as my muscles relax into the furniture. “This sofa is major comfy. I might sleep here from now on.”

Leia’s nose wrinkles. “You’ll change your mind when Cash bends Indigo over the table and has his way with her in front of you.”

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