Page 6 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“She’s awesome,” Indigo declares behind me. “She’s going to be my next bestie.”

I ignore Indigo and make another attempt to capture Mercy’s attention. “But—”

Jett snags my wrist and drags me away from her. “Try to accept your defeat with some grace.”

I can’t keep my eyes off this woman. “She didn’t know who I was,” I mutter.

“Not everyone knows who we are.”

In my experience, they do. Usually, we’re surrounded by fans wherever we go. Winter Falls is the one place where we can be ourselves. The press has tried to intrude several times but the inhabitants of this quirky town have managed to drive them away each time.

Fender clears his throat. “Shall we go inside?”

“I’m with Fender,” Dylan says as he clasps Virginia’s hand.

Cash leads Indigo to the bar. At the door, Indigo stops to wave at Mercy. “See you later.”

I step toward Mercy. Jett tries to block me. “Let it go.”

I can’t let it go. I’m intrigued by this beauty who is pretending not to know who I am. Yes, pretending. There’s no way she doesn’t know who I am. She’s playing hard to get. Fine. I’ll chase her.

I nudge Jett out of the way and stalk to Mercy. “Mercy.”

She whirls around. “You again?”

“Have you heard of the band Cash & the Sinners?”

“Cash and the who?”

She’s laying it on thick now.

“You know. Cash & the Sinners. World famous rock band.”

She rolls her eyes. “I don’t listen to rock. I’m a country girl.”

My brow wrinkles. A country girl? My gaze roves over her. The black t-shirt she’s wearing is loose but the neckline is low enough for me to catch a glimpse of her cleavage. I want more than a glimpse.

Her t-shirt’s tucked into a pair of worn jeans. The material hugs her hips and have holes in her knees. I bet those legs would feel fabulous wrapped around my hips as I plunge into her. On her feet are a pair of cowboy boots.

“I don’t mind country girls,” I finally say once I’m done checking her out.

“But I mind rockers.”

I rear back. “Excuse me?”

I’ve never met a woman who didn’t jump at the chance to be with a rocker before. I didn’t think they existed.

The door shuts behind her and she peers over her shoulder. “Damn. Mercury got away.”

She rushes after him without a second glance at me. Huh. She wasn’t kidding about not knowing who I am.

Challenge accepted.

Chapter 3

Mercury – an old man who is the reason the term grumpy old man was invented

Mercy

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