Page 8 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

“You getting in or are you staring at me all day?” He shouts.

I snag my gaze from the hood to the driver’s window. “I wasn’t staring at you.”

I run around the car and jump in the passenger’s seat. “Where have you been hiding this beauty?”

He grunts. “Not hiding it. It was in the garage.”

He shifts into third gear and we lurch forward. “Damn leg.”

“What year is this beauty?” I ask instead of reminding him to switch from first to second before shifting into third gear.

“You know stuff about cars?”

“I’m a mechanic.”

He glances over at me with his mouth gaping open. The car swerves and I grab the steering wheel. “Road.”

He returns his attention to the road in front of us but can’t help peeking over at me every few seconds.

“What?” I finally ask.

“I didn’t expect Lyra’s granddaughter to be a mechanic.”

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. “I thought hippies were all about equality. A woman can be a mechanic just as easily as a man. In fact, my hands are smaller and can reach places asshole men can’t reach.”

“Asshole men?”

Crap. I slipped up. I’m not telling Mercury about my ex. The asswipe doesn’t deserve a place in my mind. I shove thoughts of him and how he stole everything from me away. It’s over. No use crying over spilled milk.

“Where is this hospital?”

He frowns but allows me to change the topic. “White Bridge.”

“How far is White Bridge?”

“Not far.”

Trust me. White Bridge feels pretty far when your great uncle is driving and keeps forgetting to press the clutch down when he shifts. I’m surprised the car didn’t stall more than once.

While Mercury maneuvers the car into a parking spot, I try to come up with a way to steal his keys. I do not want to drive back to Winter Falls with him grinding the gears. My mechanic’s heart is bleeding for the poor transmission.

We arrive at the reception area and I check Mercury in before taking a seat next to him to wait for the doctor.

It isn’t long before a woman steps into the area and calls Mercury’s name. When I stand to go with him, he glowers at me. “I don’t need you to come with me.”

“She can join us,” the woman says. I like her already.

“I’m Mercy,” I say once we enter an exam room.

“I’m Dr. Vander,” she says as we shake hands.

“Is this a meet and greet or a doctor’s office?” Mercury grumbles and I roll my eyes.

“Mr. Crotchety has arrived,” I mumble.

Dr. Vander ducks her chin but not before I see her smile. She clears her throat. “Why don’t you hop up on the exam table?”

“Hop? How do you expect me to hop? I haven’t hopped anywhere in over a decade.” He waves his cane at her.

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