Page 14 of Lucky Dr & the Rockstar Next Door

There was that honesty I appreciated so much, even when it worked against me. “Maybe you’ll get to know me and realize that’s not even possible.”

She rolled her eyes. “You’re not mean or selfish.”

“I can dial that up a little if it’ll help.”

She smiled at me. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m not really trying to.”

She stood, and I thought she might storm out, angry at my presumptuousness. “You are entirely too likeable, Mac Lancaster.”

“Thanks?”

Kayla headed toward the door, but she stopped short and turned to me. “You going to finish your songwriting before eight tonight?”

Hell yes. “I can, sure.”

“Dinner. Eight o’clock. My place.” Her smile was slow and a little frightened, but she wore it well as she left my house.

Her scent lingered in the air.

Her smile was stuck in my head.

I spent the rest of the day working, writing, and singing.

All about Kayla.

8KAYLA

“What in the hell was I thinking? I can’t host a rock star for dinner at my house; this is ridiculous.” I shook my head as I stood in front of my closet, freaking out.

“You were being bold,” Rob assured me, smiling through the mirrored sliding closet door.

“No!” I turned and shook my head. “This is something you would do, not me. I’m not bold or brave—at least not outside the ER.” And Mac was a lot. He was too much. Too masculine. Too nice. Too hot. Too sweet and too damn thoughtful. “Why did I do this?”

“Because you like him. That was clear the night at the pub. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, Kay.” Her smile was wistful. “For the record, I’ve dated actors, a maestro, and too many models, but never a rock star and never anyone who looked at me like that.” She shivered. “Give this a chance.”

I glared at her and yanked out a pair of black leggings and a sweater that covered my generous backside. “This seems like a bad idea.”

Rob’s eyes glittered with amusement. “But a fun one. Nix and Torey both agree that you should approach this with a positiveattitude. He’s hot, charming, and he likes you; let that be enough for now.”

“And what happens if I develop feelings?”

She shrugged. “If you need an emergency ex-fil,exit, call me.”

My brows shot up. “Ex-fil?”

“Been watching a lot of military dramas.” She rolled her eyes. “The point is, no matter what happens, you have us to help you through it. Unless you’d rather regret being a scaredy cat?”

“No.” I shook my head. “No more scaredy cat. I’m done with that. Mostly. At least circumstantially.” Having fun with Mac was an easy way to be brave compared to jumping out of airplanes, anyway.

“Exactly. Go with the red flats; they’re sexy without trying too hard.”

“Thanks.” I shouldn’t be this nervous. Mac and I were friends—sort of. “Okay. I can do this. I have to, because he’ll be here soon, and I need to get the potatoes boiling.”

“Mashed potatoes, the way to a man’s heart.” She wiggled her brows and followed me down the hall to the front door. “Good luck. Call if you need me.”

“Will do, and thanks for coming over to talk me off the ledge.” I wrapped Rob in a tight hug and closed my eyes. “I’m glad you’re back home. I missed you.”

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