Page 70 of How to Be a Rockstar's Girlfriend

I motion to the garage. “I’m still at work.”

“And you’re the boss now so you can leave whenever you want.”

I frown. “I’m not the boss yet.”

“Go on. Get out of here,” Basil hollers from under the hood of the car we’re currently restoring. “You’re not going to get anymore work done today now anyway.”

“Thanks, boss.”

“Not your boss anymore,” he mutters.

Technically, he’s still my boss until we finish the paperwork but he’s obviously ready to retire.

“Let’s go.” Indigo tries to herd me away, but I plant my feet.

“I’m not going anywhere in this attire.” I motion to my overalls, which are covered in grease and paint. “And I need to get home to Uncle Mercury anyway.”

“Mercury’s handled,” Virginia says. “Gratitude is going to sit with him.”

“Gratitude?” My brow wrinkles. “Your former boss?”

She shrugs. “Apparently, they’re friends.”

Indigo shoos me toward the restroom. “Now get out of the overalls and get ready to go.”

I debate fighting them some more but I could use a night out with my friends. Spending another night pacing around my bedroom trying to figure out what to do about Gibson isn’t appealing. Plus, Mercury threatened to shoot me with birdshot if I didn’t settle down. Yep. A night out is what’s needed.

“Where are we going?” I ask once we’re settled in a golfcart driving away from the garage.

Virginia sighs. “My house.”

My brow wrinkles. “If you don’t want us in your house, we can go somewhere else. Not my place. Obviously. I don’t actually have a place. But somewhere else.”

“No, can do,” Indigo announces. “Cash and the gang are at my house doing whatever it is musicians do when they get together.”

I scowl. I hope Gibson isn’t drinking. If he drinks, I am done with him. I don’t date men who can’t stick to the agreements they make.

Although, we agreed he wouldn’t drink while we’re fake dating. What happens if our relationship isn’t fake anymore? Something to consider.

“And my daughter Isla is at my house with her babysitter,” Leia says.

I pat Virginia’s arm. “Sorry about invading your place.”

“She doesn’t care,” Indigo claims.

Judging by Virginia’s pursed lips she does care but those two have been friends since high school. I’m not getting in between them.

We arrive at Virginia’s house which is a few doors down from Indigo’s and hop out of the golf cart. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket and pull it out.

Have fun with your girls tonight.

How does he know what I’m doing? Is he spying on me? I look up to scan the area and nearly bang my head against Leia’s.

“Are you reading my texts?”

“Don’t worry. He’s not spying on you. Indigo told Cash we’re getting together tonight.”

I guess she was reading my text.

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