Page 30 of How to Catch a Rockstar

I shake her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. It appears you’re fitting in well with the rest of these hooligans.”

She grimaces. “Sorry for barging in here, but I didn’t think you’d want to be alone.”

“Shouldn’t you be with Gibson celebrating his release from rehab?” I ask because I don’t want to admit she’s right. I’m always alone. Working as a PA for a band that doesn’t understand the concept of working hours doesn’t exactly give a girl much time to make friends or have a social life. And I have no family.

“He’s with the rest of the band dealing with Jett.”

I rub a hand over my stomach at the reminder of my baby’s father. It’s okay, Little Bean. We’ll be fine on our own.

“Oops. Should I have not mentioned his name? I’m sorry. I have a tendency to blurt things out when I shouldn’t.”

I wave away her concern. “You’re fine. It’s not as if I can avoid the asshole considering I’m the PA for his band.”

“And?” Indigo asks. “How long are you in town for? Are you planning to win Jett back? Are you going to stay the PA for the band after you have the baby? Curious minds want to know.”

Virginia snorts. “Curious? I think you mean nosy.”

“Give the woman some space to breathe,” Leia orders before addressing me. “I’m sorry. Indigo thinks she’s everyone’s best friend.”

“Not everyone’s,” Indigo corrects. “Just the fiancées and girlfriends of the band.”

“I am not Jett’s girlfriend.”

She waggles her eyebrows. “But you are having his baby.”

Leia shoves her. “Knock it off, Ms. Nosy. She isn’t going to give you details no matter how much you beg.”

Indigo opens her bag and digs out a container. “But I have Mac ‘n Cheese.”

My stomach rumbles. I haven’t had anything resembling a healthy meal for the past three days as I drove from San Diego to Winter Falls.

Leia snatches the container from Indigo and hands it to me. “Here. This is yours. This is not a bargaining chip. It’s yours.”

Indigo sticks out her bottom lip. “I was negotiating.”

I open the container and the smell of cheese wafts out. My stomach rumbles again.

“Here,” Virginia hands me a fork before guiding me toward a chair. “You need to eat.”

I glance at her belly which is bigger than mine. “What about you? You need to eat, too.”

She waves away my concern. “I already ate but I will sit in your armchair in front of the fire and rest my feet.”

“She’s going to fall asleep,” Indigo says in a whisper shout as Virginia makes herself comfortable in the armchair.

I settle at the desk to eat while Indigo, Mercy, and Leia sit on the bed across from me.

“Are you going to sit there and watch me eat?” I ask as I fork cheesy yumminess into my mouth. I moan when the taste hits me. This isn’t some store bought macaroni and cheese. This is homemade.

Indigo shrugs. “Maybe.”

“We’re here to let you know we’re on your side,” Virginia says with her eyes closed.

I freeze with my fork poised in front of my mouth. “My side?”

“We women need to stick together,” Mercy claims.

I can’t be hearing this correctly. These women aren’t here for me.

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