Page 94 of How to Catch a Rockstar

“Do you want to sleep, or do you want to talk?” he asks as he climbs into bed with me.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m taking a nap with you.”

“You? Mr. Rockstar who spends all of his free time bungee jumping over rivers and hiking up volcanos wants to take a nap?”

He wraps his arm around my middle and snuggles into my back. “Yep.”

“But—”

He places a finger over my mouth. “Shush, baby. Get some sleep. We can talk later but first you need your rest.”

I debate arguing with him but then a yawn hits me. I do need sleep. Growing a baby is exhausting.

“Fine,” I mutter. I’ll sleep in his comfortable bed because I’m exhausted and I’m already here. But I’m not snuggling with him. I have some pride.

When I awake sometime later, the room is dark. Shit. How long did I sleep? I still have several items on my to-do list to finish. I better get back to work. I try to roll out of bed but an arm stops me.

“Where are you rushing off to?” Jett asks.

I tug on his arm. “I need to work.”

“It’s dinner time. The workday is over.”

“Crap. Mike is going to kill me.”

“Mike isn’t going to kill you. You have the week off. You shouldn’t be working this much.”

I groan. Not this again. “I’m not arguing with you about this.”

“Good. Because I have a trip planned for us.”

“A trip planned for us? What makes you think I want to go anywhere with you?”

“Because you love me.”

I growl. “And you made it perfectly clear how you feel about me when you fled the house this morning without responding.”

He sighs before reaching over and flipping on the lamp on the nightstand. “I was hoping you’d accept my grand gesture without us having to rehash what happened.”

I snort. “Have you met me?”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?”

“You’re not going to make this easy for me, are you?”

“I repeat. Have you met me?”

He chuckles. “Yes, I have. You’re my feisty girl.”

“Wrong. I’m not your anything.”

How dare he? How dare he claim I’m still his? Has he lost his mind? I start to climb out of bed, but he stops me again. My belly flips at how gently he places a hand around my waist to avoid injuring the baby.

No. Damn it. No! No belly flips. This is the man who didn’t simply ignore me when I said I love you to him. He ran out of the house and didn’t return until I was sleeping.

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