Page 24 of Taming His Rockstar

I suddenly remember one thing about my girls. They are intrusive and meddlers, in the most well-intentioned way, of course. Instead of taking my mind off it, they’ll probably kidnap Jake and tie him up in my room. No, they’re the worse people I can have around me right now.

“No,” I say quickly. “Don’t tell them about Jake. I’m serious, Jane,” I add sternly. “You do that, and I’ll tell Travis you said Jesse was a better lover than him.”

She cocks one brow. “I didn’t say that, and Travis is not going to mind anyways. He knows the truth.”

“Don’t,” I warn as she begins to type. “Or I won’t . . . I won’t . . . I won’t babysit for you when next you and Travis want to have naked weekends.”

Jane’s hands pause on her screen, and she looks at me, ready to call my bluff. “You wouldn’t. You enjoy having them too much.”

“I think I can manage,” I reply with my best poker face. I was bad at poker, so I’m not exactly sure if this one is working.

Her hands leave her screen, and she drops them. “Low blow, Katie.”

“Sorry.” I scoop up ice cream from the bowl and lift it to my mouth. “You forced my hand.”

“And what are you going to do about this Jake thing then?”

“There is no Jake thing.” I pick up my phone and scroll down my feed. Something catches my eye, and I click on the link. Then show it to Jane. “Hey, how about I get a dog? Look at how cute they are.”

“A dog?” Jane looks at me like I’m crazy.

“Yes.” I nod. “I’ve always wanted to have one. And look, they said we’d be rescuing them. I want to rescue a dog.”

“So rather than fuck Jake, you’d prefer to adopt a dog that you’d need to take care of twenty-four seven?” She shakes her head as she begins laughing. “Oh boy, that guy really did a number on you.”

“He didn’t do a number on me. And Jake has nothing to do with why I’m getting a dog.” I stare at the pictures of the dogs on the site. They all look cute with eyes that say come and rescue us. “I want one. You know I’ve always talked about one.”

“Sure. It’s just this time you’re not just getting a dog because you want one.” She looks at me. “And I think I know why. But if you think getting a dog is what you want, we’ll go down tomorrow and pick one out.”

I smile at her, and she smiles back at me. I take one of the buds of her earpiece and put it in my ear, and we watch Doctor Who and eat ice cream until morning comes.

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