Page 67 of How to Catch a Rockstar

She doesn’t wait for me to explain and stomps out of the room.

“I know what my three wishes are,” Cherie whispers.

The feel of her breath on my skin has me recoiling. I shove them away and rush after Aurora.

“Aurora!” I shout when I don’t see her in the hallway.

I try every door I come upon, but I can’t find her anywhere. She’s disappeared.

Crap. I finally realized I can’t live without Aurora and I screw everything up. She’s never going to forgive me after today. She’s never going to give me a chance.

I’m such an idiot. I should have never tried to get her out of my mind by using two fans. It was a stupid, desperate move made by a man who was denying what he wanted.

But I’m not that man anymore.

I will get Aurora to forgive me. I will get her to give me a chance. Because I’m not giving up on her and our baby.

Chapter 23

The past – doesn’t have to rule the future

Aurora

The driver pulls to a stop in front of Jett’s rental house in Winter Falls. I want to tell him to turn around. Take me back to Denver. To anywhere but here. But I am not a chicken.

Although, me ignoring Jett and scurrying from the room whenever he showed up makes me appear to be one. And then there’s the whole grabbing a commercial flight to avoid sitting on a jet with him thing. Even I can admit that action spells chicken in big, fat capital letters.

Jett has messaged me about a million times since I pulled the flight stunt. My phone beeps in my pocket. I sigh before pulling it out. Speak of the devil.

Are you going to sit at the curb all night?

I’m making certain the coast is clear.

I know. I know. It’s petty to remind him of the two women he was with when I walked in on him.

No one’s here. You’re safe.

I’m safe? Maybe my body is safe but my heart? It’s shattered into a million pieces.

Which is utterly ridiculous. Jett and I aren’t together. But he was being sweet to me. Looking after me and Little Bean. I thought—

It doesn’t matter what I thought. I was wrong.

My stomach rolls and tears threaten. I inhale a calming breath. I am not crying. I refuse to let Jett see how much he hurt me. Not when it’s obvious how little I mean to him.

“You okay?” The driver asks and I realize I’ve been sitting in this taxi at the curb for a while. Time to pull on my big girl panties and get this over with.

“I’m fine.” My voice almost sounds steady.

I open the door and climb out of the vehicle while the driver gets my bags out of the trunk. I follow him to the porch where he sets my things down.

I reach for the door but it opens before I get there.

“I just need to pick up my things and I’ll be out of your way.”

Jett crosses his arms over his chest. I keep my gaze pinned to his face. I will not look down at his arms. I will not notice how his muscles flex.

“Pick up your things? Where the hell do you think you’re going?”

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