Page 45 of Falling for the Rockstar

“Aren’t they going to ride with us?” Myka adds.

I take out my phone and dial my brother. “Hey, why are we riding in separate cars?”

“Well, Stix has Emily with him so there isn’t much room.”

“Oh, all right then. Hey, we need to stop off at the off-license. Myka insists.”

“Okay, well tell your driver and we’ll just meet you at home. It’s not too far.”

“Got it.” I hang up and glance over at Myka who has her head in her phone.

“Just so you know, there is a clear bin where all electronics are to be stored while we eat. Mum insists.”

“Duly noted,” she calls out, her head still lowered.

I look around at our surroundings, recalling the days I would come down and sneak into the clubs to see my favorite bands perform.

“What are you looking so starry-eyed at?” Myka asks.

“How would you notice? Your head is in your smartphone.”

“I was checking emails and what not. Now back to my question.”

I spin her a story of growing up. “When we were younger, Bastian and I would tell our folks we were coming to look for jobs when we were really looking for the rock stars who were coming into town. We wanted to do anything to get near them. Help load and unload equipment, get them drinks or food. Anything to get noticed. Hoping one day they’d ask if we play, and we could show them our grooves.”

“Did anyone give you a shot?” she asks.

“No. Not really. It wasn’t until we entered a talent show held by a local radio station that we were discovered. We had a local presence, and it grew a bit, but our goal was to conquer the US.”

She sits in silence, her gaze fixed on me. “I had no idea.”

“Didn’t do your full homework, did you?”

“I guess not. Maybe I’ll learn more about you today.”

The car stops and we are outside the off-license.

“Oh. It appears we are at stop one.”

“Okay. I’ll be back.” Myka goes to open the door, but I stop her.

“You can’t go in there alone. Those guys will be all over you.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No. I just don’t want anything to happen to our publicist. The way you look in that dress would start a riot around here.”

She blushes. “Okay. You may escort me inside.”

I hop out of the vehicle and extend my hand to her.

She takes it and I assist her. She tugs slightly at the hem of her dress, straightening it before she entwines my arm with hers and we walk across the lot to the store.

“It’s lovely out this evening. I love the way the stars shine during twilight. The brightest stars shine their best, ready to be seen. The beautiful shades of blue fade from light to dark. So calming,” Myka comments on our short stroll.

I can’t help but marvel at her as she gazes at the atmosphere. The way her eyes light up can’t compare to what she is describing.

“Yes, some things are even more beautiful when they are captured in the right moment,” I add. My gaze isn’t on the sky but on her. She is absolutely stunning. A rare glimpse of her without the hat of our PR. Pure and untouched. The fullness of her lips, the narrowing of her eyes when she smiles, to the wrinkle of her nose, are all breathtaking.

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