Page 60 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“We knew you could do it!”

I resist the temptation to flip them off.

“Show me the money!” Gibson shouts. Cash, Dylan, and Fender slap money into his hand.

“I had complete faith in you,” Gibson says. “These yahoos did not.”

Cash snorts. “I didn’t not have faith in you. I just had more faith in Aurora.”

Fender grunts in agreement.

Aurora winks at them. “Thanks.”

“Wow.” She surveys the interior. “This is swanky. The seats in economy are not leather and the width of half of the plane. No wonder Mike doesn’t want me flying with you. He’s afraid I’ll get used to fancy stuff.”

“Get used to it. You won’t be flying commercial again.”

She rolls her eyes at my statement. “Where can I set up to work?”

I want to tell her to get some rest. But I’m not stupid. I may have won the battle to get her on this jet, but I didn’t win the war.

I lead her to a chair and table in the back of the plane away from my bandmates. It should be quiet here so she can work without interruption. “You can use this area. The band won’t bother you.”

She immediately pulls out her computer and starts tapping away.

“What do you want to drink?” I ask.

“A glass of water is fine.”

“I have ginger ale, decaf coffee, and some of those herbal teas you like.”

She glances up at me. “You planned for me to fly with you the entire time, didn’t you?”

I shrug. “I told you I don’t want you flying commercial.”

“Whatever. I’ll have a mint tea.”

I tell the flight attendant what Aurora wants before I settle in a seat at the front of the plane with my bandmates.

“You have a struggle in front of you,” Cash says.

“Aurora’s stubborn but she won’t do anything to harm the baby.” It’s true. Aurora will protect Little Bean with her life. She’s going to be a wonderful mother.

“I meant with Aurora,” Cash clarifies.

I frown at him.

Dylan chuckles. “He’s cute. He thinks we don’t know he wants her.”

Of course, I want her. I got her pregnant, didn’t I? I keep my thoughts to myself. My bandmates enjoy sticking their noses into my life. They can keep their noses to themselves. I’m not discussing my relationship with Aurora with them.

“Good thing I already broke our pact to not fall in love since you hate to lose,” Gibson says.

“I’m not falling in love with Aurora.”

“Sure, you aren’t,” Fender grumbles. Figures. The one time the grumpy bass player deigns to speak, he manages to piss me off.

“Look. I’m happy for all of you. I’m glad you found love but it’s not for me. I don’t do relationships.”

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