Page 79 of How to Catch a Rockstar

Chapter 26

Hunger – not always related to food

Aurora

“Are you hungry?” Jett asks as we drive out of the city toward Winter Falls.

My stomach growls in response and he chuckles.

I slap him. “No laughing at the pregnant lady. I’m growing a human being over here.”

He immediately sobers. “Sorry. What do you want to eat? Fender told me about this great hamburger place.”

I narrow my eyes on him. “When did Fender mention this great hamburger place to you?”

“I messaged him while you were in the restroom. You were in there a long time. I thought you drowned.”

More like I was answering emails and messages from Mike. But I know better than to say Mike’s name in front of Jett. Someone gets a bit snippy about how much I work.

“What did Mike want?”

I feign shock. “Mike? What?”

“I can always tell when you’re lying.”

“I’m not lying.”

He pulls my hand away from my sweater. “You always pluck at your clothes when you lie.”

“Do not.” Great. I sound about the age of the baby I’m growing. Way to be a grown up.

“Hamburger place?” he prods.

“Sounds good.” I speak in a loud voice to cover the sound of my stomach growling. Judging by the grin on Jett’s face, he isn’t fooled.

It isn’t long before he pulls into a roadside diner.

“This place is cute. I didn’t think roadside diners still existed,” I say as we walk hand in hand into the restaurant.

“Go ahead and find yourself a seat,” a waitress hollers as we enter.

We settle at a booth near the window. The booths are red leather, the tables are Formica, and the floor is squeaky vinyl. I feel as if we’ve traveled back in time.

“I love these kinds of places,” I say as I scan the room. The walls are filled with pictures of 1950s movie stars and there’s an old-fashioned jukebox in the corner. I point to it. “Do you think it still works?”

“It works,” the waitress says as she slaps two laminated menus on the table. “I’m Lucy. What can I get you to drink?”

I gaze longingly at the coffee pot she’s holding but I don’t order any. I’ve had my one cup for the day. “Ginger ale, please.”

Jett orders a coke and she leaves us to peruse the menu.

“I already know what you want. The biggest bacon cheeseburger they have.”

He shrugs. “I enjoy a good burger.”

I open my mouth to respond but then there’s a thud on the window next to me. I nearly jump in my seat in surprise. I glance over to discover a teenager with her face pressed to the window.

“Crap.” Jett groans when the girl points at him. “I think I’ve been spotted.”

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