Page 106 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Mercy shakes her phone at me. “No need for a dictionary when I have this.”

My phone beeps in my pocket but I ignore it. There are only two people who could be messaging on New Year’s Eve – Jett and Mike. And I’m not talking to either one of them.

Leia nods toward my purse. “Don’t you need to answer your phone?”

“Nope, I’m good.”

“What if it’s Jett?” Indigo asks.

Virginia smacks her. “Stop it. Aurora will tell us what happened when she’s ready.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t lie and say you’re not curious.”

“I can be curious and keep my mouth shut. You should try it sometime,” Virginia tells Indigo.

“Sounds boring.”

I sigh. “How long is the drive home?”

Home? Shit. I can’t go home. I’ll probably stab Jett in the heart with a rusty knife if I see him now. Then he can experience how it feels to have your heart torn out of your body. Asshole.

“I hate to say this but you need to calm down,” Leia says.

“I’m calm,” I grit out.

“Which is why your hands are balled into fists and your jaw is clenched. I’m afraid a vein is going to pop in your forehead any second now. Should I turn around? Go back to the hospital?”

I glare at her. “Ha. Ha. You’re funny.”

She grins. “Thank you.”

“I was being sarcastic.”

She shrugs. “I don’t care. I’ll accept any compliment spoken in actual words to come my way.”

“How do you put up with Fender and his propensity for grunting instead of speaking?”

Her smile is wicked. “Trust me. He makes it worth my while.”

Virginia groans from the backseat. “No. No sex stories. I can’t handle it.”

“If anyone can complain about sex stories, it’s me,” I claim. “I’m the one who’s known your men for over a decade. They were barely out of the pimple stage when I met them.”

“Trust me. Pimples didn’t stop Cash from being sexy.” Indigo sighs.

“No! No! No!” Virginia shouts. “No sex stories.”

“What’s your problem?” Mercy asks. “Dylan not giving you the Big D lately?”

“Nope. All I get is soft lovemaking,” Virginia complains. “He’s afraid he’ll hurt the baby if the sex is too wild.”

“I’m speechless,” Indigo says. “You would have given anything to have Dylan any way you could have him in high school and now you’re complaining.”

“For someone who’s speechless, she sure has a lot to say,” Mercy mutters.

We pass the sign for Winter Falls and my body tenses. Where am I going to go? What am I going to do?

“All right, Aurora,” Leia begins. “We’ve given you thirty minutes to come to terms with whatever happened with Jett. It’s time to spill the beans.”

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