Page 49 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“How do you accidentally end up in the wrong bedroom in the middle of the night?”

She shrugs. “No idea. But if anyone could manage it, Jett could.”

She can fish for answers all she wants. I’m not telling her how he woke me up the other night to show me the first snow of the season. It’s none of her business.

A girl rushes into the house. “Come on, Indigo. I want to go to the festival.”

“Isla, have you met Aurora yet? Aurora, this is Leia’s daughter, Isla.”

Despite living next door to Leia and Fender and their daughter Isla, I haven’t had a chance to meet the girl yet. I haven’t had much time to get outside period. Planning a concert tour within a few weeks is nearly impossible. But I’ll manage.

“Hello, Isla, it’s lovely to meet you. I’m Aurora.”

“Are you Jett’s girlfriend?”

“I am not.”

Her nose wrinkles as she studies me. “Why are you living with Jett if he isn’t your boyfriend?”

“How much time you got, kid?”

She giggles. “You’re silly.”

“Isla!” Jett shouts as he bounds down the stairs.

“Uncle Jett!”

“Are you ready for the festival?”

She nods.

“Wonderful. Your chariot awaits.”

He picks her up and puts her on his shoulders. “Hurry up, Indigo and Aurora. We can’t miss the festival,” he shouts as he zooms out of the house with Isla on his shoulders.

“Jett is Isla’s favorite uncle,” Indigo declares and I realize my mouth is gaping open.

I know Jett spends time with Isla. It would be hard to miss since she lives next door. But I didn’t realize the affection they have for one another. Why is Jett determined not to have a child when he obviously loves children?

“Come on.” Indigo stands. “Time to go.”

I motion to my work spread out on the table. “I don’t have time.”

“It’s Saturday afternoon. You can have a few hours to yourself.”

I snort. “You haven’t met my boss.”

She shivers. “Mike’s an asshole.”

“Ah, you have met him.”

She hauls me to my feet. “I’m not accepting no. It’s nearly Christmas. You should be allowed to enjoy the holidays.”

I frown. I haven’t enjoyed the holidays since my parents died. But I’m not getting a choice here since Indigo is literally dragging me out of the house.

Virginia, Leia, and Mercy are waiting on the porch with an elderly man.

“This is my uncle Mercury,” Mercy introduces. “Ignore everything he says. He’s a crotchety old man.”

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