Page 3 of How to Date a Rockstar

“I’m sorry, Indy.”

Warmth fills those gray eyes and he reaches for me. If he touches me, I’ll end up naked in the shower with him. The idea has appeal – oh, so much sexy appeal – until I remember how he walked away from me without a backward glance. I step back.

Katy Purry snarls. I tighten my hold but she’s a kitty on a mission. She launches from my arms straight at Cash.

He tries to evade her and ends up slipping on the shower floor. He flails his arms to stop from falling, but Katy Purry lands on his chest and tips him over. They slam to the floor ofthe shower. My kitty swipes her nails at his face. He somehow manages to catch her to hold her away from him.

“Save me! Your kitten is the devil.”

I stare at him wriggling on the floor while trying to keep my kitty from clawing him. I wish I was the type of person who could be cold and cruel and get her revenge by allowing my cat to claw him until red welts appear all over his body. But I’m not.

I’m also not the woman who will gawk at his naked body no matter how tempted I am. I throw a towel over him before snatching Kity Purry from his hands.

“Get dressed. We need to talk.”

His jaw clenches. Cash hates talking. Explanations? Not if he can help it.

But I’m not accepting no for an answer. If he won’t tell me why he’s showering in Grandma’s house, I’ll phone the police and have him removed from the premises.

“You have five minutes before I call the police.”

He rolls his eyes. “You won’t call the police.”

I lean over and hiss in his face. “You don’t know me anymore.”

Pain flashes in his eyes, but I ignore it. It’s his fault he doesn’t know me. Not mine.

I whirl around and march toward the hallway.

“And the name is Indigo,” I holler over my shoulder.

Cash was the only person to ever use the nickname Indy. But he’s no longer special. He’ll refer to me as Indigo the way everyone else does. If I allow him to talk to me at all.

Chapter 2

Cash – a rockstar who’s wondering why there’s no security to save him from the world’s meanest cat

Cash

Indy – Indigo – doesn’t shut the bathroom door on her way out, and I watch her pert ass bounce up and down as she storms off. Indigo mad is a thing of beauty. Her cheeks darken, storm clouds build in her hazel eyes, and—

Shit. I’m getting hard.

I clear my throat and switch off the water in the shower. I wrap the towel around my waist before hurrying to the bedroom and throwing on some clothes. Water and shampoo drip down my back, but I ignore it. I need to hurry or Indigo may disappear.

She’s not mine. She’ll never be mine. She’s all apple pie and white picket fences. In other words, perfect. I will never be good enough for her.

But knowing she’ll never be mine won’t stop me from stealing every moment I can with her. Besides, I need to know what she’s doing here. Does this house really belong to her grandma? And what happened to Grandma Saffron?

I scan for the devil cat as I hurry down the stairs. When I don’t spot the furry monster, I continue on my way but skid to a halt when I notice Indigo on the sofa. Her body shakes as tears stream down her face.

I’m probably the last person in the world she wants to comfort her, but I don’t care. I sit next to her and pull her into my arms. I resist the urge to sniff her hair as she cries into my chest. My t-shirt is soaked before she quiets.

I know the second she realizes it’s me because she freezes before pushing me away and scurrying to the other end of the sofa. Her eyes are puffy and red rimmed but she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

She has more freckles than she used to. I remember tracing every single one with my tongue over and over again before I’d latch onto those perfect bowtie lips while my hands would delve into her curly auburn hair. I wonder if it still smells of strawberries.

I force myself not to drop my gaze to peruse her body. I never fail to get hard when I study her curves and now is not the time to be randy.

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