Page 48 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“If it’s your girlfriends, keep the noise down,” he orders.

Whatever.

“Hi, Cayenne,” I greet as I open the door. “I didn’t know you were coming by today.” I glance at the four elderly women standing on the porch with Cayenne. “With your friends. Can I help you?”

“We’re here to help you,” one of the women says as she pushes her way past me inside the house.

“Maybe you can introduce yourself before you barge inside,” I grumble.

Uncle Mercury scowls and stands. “I’ll be in my bedroom.”

“How do you know these women didn’t come here to see you?” I holler after him.

“Don’t care!”

“He can be a bit persnickety,” I say in way of an apology.

“Don’t you worry. We know how Mercury is.”

“We’ve known him for fifty years.”

“And we’re not here for him.”

I motion to the living room. “Have a seat. What are you here for? And what are your names? I can’t keep referring to you as old lady number one and old lady number two in my head.”

My eyes widen when I realize I called them old to their faces. Oops.

“She’s not wrong. We are old,” Cayenne mumbles.

“I’m Sage,” the bossy one declares. “I’m the leader of the gossip gals.”

“The gossip gals?” Indigo mentioned the gossip gals before but I thought she was joking.

Cayenne smiles. “Has a certain ring to it, doesn’t it?”

Sage clears her throat. “You’ve already met Cayenne. The others are Feather, Petal, and Clove.”

I wave to them. “Hi.”

“I like her. She says what she’s thinking,” Clove says.

“Most people don’t enjoy how I say what I’m thinking.”

“Most people are boring,” Feather says. “Do you read sexy books?”

What an abrupt change of topic, but I roll with it. “If the hero is a cowboy or a vampire or a shifter, I’m in.”

Feather rubs her hands together. “We haven’t had a cowboy hero for a while.” She opens her bag and removes a kindle.

“Are we going to read together?”

“Don’t be silly,” Sage says. “She’s searching for the next book for our sexy book club.”

“You run a sexy book club?”

Winter Falls keeps getting more and more interesting. Who knew a small town would have a sexy book club run by a bunch of people old enough to be my grandma? Sign me up.

“Technically, Aspen runs it,” Clove answers.

---