Page 8 of How to Date a Rockstar

“How does she handle your boyfriend?”

“She—” I cut myself off before I tell him there is no boyfriend. “Nice try. And none of your business.”

He shrugs. “You can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Wrong. I most definitely can. And I will.

I glimpse the clock and notice the time. Drat! I’m going to be late.

“I don’t have time for this. I have an appointment with a lawyer this morning for the reading of the will.”

“I’ll feed the fur monster. You go get ready. I know how much you hate to be late.”

I do. I really do. Being late makes me break out in hives. Itchy hives I can’t help myself from scratching. But still, I ask, “Are you sure?”

“Go. I got this. I’ll bring you some coffee.”

“But kitty—”

“I can handle a woman with claws.”

I ignore the comment. I don’t want to know. “Thanks.”

I hand him Katy Purry. His nose wrinkles, and she hisses at him.

“You’re stuck with me, devil cat.”

As much as I’d enjoy watching Katy Purry take him down – and there’s no doubt in my mind he’d be on the losing end of a fight between the two – I don’t have time. I start toward the stairs but Cash catches my hand.

“Do you want me to go with you?”

To the shower? Yes, please! Cash naked in the shower. Hot and wet as his hands glide over my body until—Stop it, Indigo!There will be no imagining Cash naked.

“You are not showering with me.”

This is why we shouldn’t be staying in the same house. I could barely resist Cash Evans when he was a scrappy teenager trying to survive after his mom died while refusing to go into care. There’s no way I can resist Cash the rockstar.

“I meant to the reading of the will.”

I need a moment to push thoughts of us together in the shower all soapy and slippery out of my mind.

“Oh.”

He doesn’t want to shower with me, he wants to go to the reading of the will with me. Do I want him to sit next to me and hold my hand while I listen to the last wishes of the grandma I loved more than my own mother? More than anything.

Which is why it’s not happening. His support would mean the world to me. To him, it’s just a favor for an old friend.

I sniff. “No, thank you. I’ll be fine.”

Eventually.

Chapter 4

The Gossip Gals – Five women who think they’re the bee’s knees

Indigo

Istare in the mirror as I smooth down my skirt. Dang it. My cheeks are still flushed. What was I thinking? Using the time in the shower to think about Cash while touching myself? I’m behind schedule. I hate being late. And, yet, I couldn’t help myself.

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