Page 97 of How to Catch a Rockstar

He shrugs. “I haven’t felt much like base jumping lately.”

I slap my palm on his forehead. “Are you feeling well? Do I need to make an appointment with the doctor?”

“Maybe having a family with you is enough adventure and I don’t need anything more.”

My heart melts. Those words are practically an I love you in Jett’s world. But I know better than to point out the observation. The rockstar drummer is skittish. Witness the running away this morning.

“What’s this about an appointment and maternity clothes?”

His eyes sparkle. “I knew you wanted some maternity clothes.”

I’m not excited about buying clothes because I’m getting as big as a house, but I’ll do pretty much anything to make Jett happy.

“Go on.” He releases me and pushes me toward the bathroom. “Get ready to go. Our appointment is in an hour.”

I refuse to budge. “We don’t need an appointment to buy clothes.”

“We do if we want privacy.”

Ah, now I understand. “You’re worried about being recognized.”

He stalks toward me. “I don’t give a shit about getting recognized. But my time with you and Elton is precious. I don’t want anyone interrupting it.”

I nearly swoon at his words. My knees go weak and I find it hard to catch my breath. But there’s a reason Jett calls me his feisty girl.

“We are not naming our baby Elton.”

“You don’t like it? It’s a good name.”

“For a boy.”

“Don’t be judgmental.”

“I’m vetoing the name. End of discussion.”

“Fine. Elvis it is.”

I growl. “You’re going to drive me crazy before Little Bean is born.”

“Then, we’ll be even since you drive me crazy all the time, feisty girl.”

I do the mature thing. I stick out my tongue before whirling around to march toward the bathroom.

“Be ready to leave in fifteen minutes,” Jett hollers after me.

“Whatever,” I mumble.

Once I’m behind a closed door, I slump against it and place a hand over my racing heart. I was pissed as hell at Jett for walking out on me this morning. But now I’m ready to be all in with him again.

This rockstar is not going to be easy to catch. But catch him, I will.

Or I’ll break my heart.

It’s a toss-up at this point.

Chapter 31

Betting – can be stopped by an inappropriate chocolate stain

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