Page 33 of Rockstar Next Door Neighbor

“You look amazing,” Emily whispers, squeezing my arm as we make our entrance. “Own it.”

I try to channel her confidence, keeping my spine straight and chin up. The emerald silk whispers against my skin with each step, and I have to admit, I feel beautiful.

—Until I see them.

Luke and Crystal are holding court near the back of the room. He’s devastating in a black tux that fits him like sin. Crystal, in a slinky red dress that draws attention, hangs on his arm, looking every inch the society princess she is.

They look perfect together, like they belong in this world of wealth and influence.

I turn away, forcing myself to smile as Emily and Sam introduce me to what feels like half of Jacksonville and Amelia Island’s elite. Most blur together in a parade of expensive suitsuntil—

“And this is James Harrison,” Emily says. “James, this is my friend Lila Jeffers.”

The man before me is classically handsome. He has dark hair with just a touch of gray at the temples and a smile that suggests he’s used to getting what he wants. His eyes appreciate the way my dress fits without being sleazy about it.

“The chef Emily’s been raving about,” he says, taking my hand. “I hear your food is extraordinary.”

“That’s very kind.” I pull my hand back, but he holds on a moment longer than necessary.

“Not kind at all. Simply accurate.” His smile widens. “Would you care to dance?”

I hesitate, glancing involuntarily toward Luke. He’s watching us, his expression unreadable as Crystal chatters to someone beside him.

“I’d love to,” I hear myself say.

James leads me onto the dance floor as the band starts a slow jazz number. He’s an excellent dancer, guiding me smoothly through the steps.

“So tell me,” he says, “how did you end up in Amelia Island, or are you from Jacksonville?”

I find myself relaxing into the conversation. James is charming and genuinely interested in hearing about my new business. When he mentions he sits on several charity boards, I feel a thrill of possibility.

“You should come by the bakery sometime,” I say. “Try our baked goods.”

“I’d like that.” His hand slides slightly lower on my back. “Perhaps we could discuss business opportunities over dinner afterward?”

From the corner of my eye, I see Luke watching us. His jaw is tight, and he’s barely paying attention to whatever Crystal is saying.

Good, some petty part of me thinks. Let him see what it feels like.

I laugh at something James says, tilting my head back just enough to show off my neck. Two can play this game of perfect couples and public appearances.

“You’re quite beautiful when you laugh,” James murmurs.

“And you’re quite good at giving compliments,” I counter.

“Years of practice.” He spins me in a gentle turn. “Though it’s easier when they’re true.”

The song ends, but he doesn’t let go. “Another dance?”

I should say no. I should mingle, network, and do all the things I came here to do. Instead, I nod, letting him pull me closer as a new song begins.

“What about you?” I ask, tilting my head. “What brings you here tonight?”

He smiles, his gaze warm. “A little philanthropy, a little business. Mostly, I’m here to enjoy myself. And right now, I’d say I’m doing just that.”

There’s an appreciative glint in his eyes that helps soothe my battered ego. He’s attractive, sure, and clearly wants to get to know me. But even as we dance, I feel a pang of guilt. This isn’t about James—it’s about Luke. I can’t stop comparing myself to Crystal, and I can’t shake the jealousy that coils in my chest every time I see them together.

Still, I force myself to smile, laugh at James’ easy banter, and pretend I’m not watching Luke out of the corner of my eye.

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