Page 51 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“Okay,” I give in. “Yule isn’t Christmas. What does one do at a Yule festival?”

Indigo threads her arm through mine. “There are presents and crafting and a yule log cake contest.”

I perk up. “Yule log cake as in chocolate cake?”

“Let’s find out. The booth is set up in front of Clove’s Coffee Corner.”

“I miss coffee,” I complain as we near the café and the scent of coffee wafts through the air.

Virginia sighs. “Me, too.” She rubs her belly which is bigger than mine since she’s due several months before me. “But think of the reward.”

Dylan slings his arm around her and kisses her hair. “A little girl who looks exactly like you.”

She gazes up at him with love in her eyes. “Or a little boy with your blue eyes.”

My stomach sours as jealousy hits me. I want what they have. I want a partner who looks at me as if he can’t live without me. A partner who worries about me. A partner who wants me to have his baby.

Speak of the devil. Jett joins us tugging Isla behind him. She has chocolate smeared all over her face.

Leia groans. “What did you do?”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Isla declares. “Rudolph started it.”

Fender growls. “Who’s Rudolph?”

Leia elbows him. “Not the important part.”

I turn away from them before I become jealous of a domestic squabble. I notice the tables of log cakes set out and make a beeline for them.

“Here.” The woman standing next to the first table hands me a scorecard. “Write down your scores in each category and return your scorecard to me when you’re finished.”

I study the card. “Neatness, creativity, attention to detail, difficulty? I don’t have a clue about any of those things. All I care about is taste.”

“Score however you want. We don’t judge in Winter Falls.”

“Except everyone is literally judging the best cake.”

“Good point.”

I start with the first cake and pick up a small slice. I shove it into my mouth and moan. I don’t care if I have to work all night long to make up for skipping work this afternoon. This cake is worth it.

Jett sidles up to me. “You decided to join in on the fun?”

I snort. “I didn’t have much of a choice.”

“Good. You work too hard.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m putting together a week-long concert tour and I was given less than a month to prepare. Of course, I’m working hard.”

His gaze falls to my stomach. “Maybe you should hire an assistant?”

“I am the assistant.”

“I’ll speak to Mike about it.”

“Good luck with that,” I mutter as I stuff another piece of cake in my mouth. Holy cow. This one is even better. I couldn’t help myself from moaning if I wanted to.

Jett’s eyes heat as he stares at me devouring the cake but he clears his throat and the heat disappears. Good. I don’t need any reminders of what I can’t have. Trust me. The sex dreams are enough of a reminder.

---