Page 88 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“What’s wrong?” I sneer. “You seriously have to ask me?” I shake my head. “Idiot.”

He blows out a breath as he scratches his bare stomach. My gaze gets caught on those hard muscles. Muscles I know feel warm to the touch.

My hand reaches for him without my brain giving it permission. I fist my hand. No touching.

“Look. I—”

His words are cut off by a knock on the door. He rushes off to answer it. Of course, he does. It’s what Jett does best. Run when things get tough. If it weren’t for the gorgeous kitchen in front of me, I’d think I was having déjà vu from a few months ago when he fled after our first night together.

The door opens and I strain to hear who’s here before nine o’clock in the morning.

“Good morning, Leia,” Jett greets before a dog barks. I guess Leia brought Bowie home. “Hey, girl. Did you miss me?”

My stomach clenches. Dang it. Now I’m jealous of a puppy. Get your shit together, Aurora.

“Bowie!” I call.

The puppy bounds into the room seconds later. She bumps my hand with her snout, and I scratch her behind the ears.

“Did you have fun with Leia and Fender and Isla?”

Leia grunts. “If you consider dragging every single shoe in the house into the living room fun, then, yeah, she had fun.”

I groan. “Please tell me she didn’t pee on the pile.”

“Princess arrived and the two of them got into a tug-of-war match with one of Fender’s sneakers. I thought Fender was going to have an aneurysm when he caught them. He banished them outside to the little fenced in area he made for Princess and made them stay out there until Isla cried because Princess was whining. My girl has that man wrapped around his finger.”

“Isla’s awesome,” Jett says.

Will he love our child the way he loves Isla? Or will he run away from her now? I bite my tongue before the questions tumble out of me.

I need to keep my mouth shut in front of Leia, who won’t hesitate to tattle to our group of friends. Judging by the way she’s glancing between me and Jett she already knows something’s up. Great. Another interrogation. Just what I need.

Jett clears his throat. “I promised Gibson I’d help him with something today. Make sure you eat breakfast.”

“Whatever,” I mutter.

“We’ll talk when I get home.”

I snort. “Sure, we will.”

He doesn’t reassure me. He whirls around and practically runs out of the house. Is there a record for how fast a woman can chase a man away? If so, I’m winning. Can I get my prize in chocolate?

“Pancakes, dried toast, or eggs and bacon?” Leia asks the second the door closes behind Jett.

“You’re not going to interrogate me?”

“Nope.”

“You’re not going to feed me copious amounts of food and then attack when I’m in a food coma?”

“Nope.”

“Are you going to say more than nope for the rest of the morning?”

She smiles. “Yep.”

I growl and she giggles.

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