Page 5 of Taming His Rockstar

Jane laughs, her voice a twinkle in my car, and I have to admit, it’s great having her with me. “I don’t see why you’re complaining. If you ask me, it’s a good thing.”

I sigh and drive away from the parking spot, checking my rearview mirror for any traffic.

“Have you heard anything about the new album?” I ask.

“No, and I don’t know why you’re asking me. You’re supposed to be on vacation. That means for the next two weeks, I’m your friend, not your agent.” She thinks about that. “Unless it’s an emergency or something . . .”

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply with a grin. “So, what next?”

“Now we go shopping.” She takes a look at the tank top and jean shorts I’m wearing. “We need to find you something that screams I’m open for business.”

“I don’t think I like very much being regarded as a commodity.”

“Oh, come off your high horse.” Jane waves my faux complaints away with a roll of her eyes. “We’re looking for someone to screw your brains out, not like we’re selling you off or something.”

“When did you say Travis was coming back again?” I ask as I stop at a red light.

Jane bursts into laughter.

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