Page 5 of How to Date a Rockstar

I don’t mention my assistant handled the arrangements. Guessing by the gazillion dollar comment, Indigo is not impressed with my fame. And she shouldn’t be. Fame isn’t what it’s made out to be.

“Rental agent? There’s a rental agent in Winter Falls?”

I chuckle. “I guess a lot has changed in town.”

“But when did you arrive? Was Grandma here?”

Hope sparks in her eyes and I hate to dash it. “I got in last night.”

“Oh.” She scratches her neck. “I still don’t understand how you rented this place so quickly after…”

She doesn’t need to finish her sentence. I get it.

She clears her throat and stands. “Obviously, the rental agreement is no longer valid.”

I stand as well. “What do you mean? Where am I going to stay?”

“Not here. You can’t stay here.”

“But I need somewhere to live while we record the album.” And I’m not abandoning Indigo while she’s grieving.

She crosses her arms over her chest and my gaze dips briefly to those breasts I want to feel in my hands once again. I clear my throat. Wrong timing.

“Why is this my problem?” she asks.

“I have a rental agreement.”

She waves my comment away. “Stay at theInn on Main.”

I frown. Staying at the bed and breakfast in town means coming across strangers constantly. Strangers who won’t fail to recognize me. We came to Winter Falls for a bit of quiet, not to be chased by fans.

But I keep my mouth shut. I’m not reminding her of my fame.

“Where’s the rest of the band staying?”

“They’re sharing two apartments.”

“Go stay with them.”

Now it’s my turn to cross my arms over my chest. “They’re staying in two two-bedroom apartments. I’m not sleeping on the couch. My days of couch surfing are over.”

“There you go. You’re a famous rockstar.” Shit. I shouldn’t have said anything about couch surfing. “Surely, you have an assistant who can figure this situation out for you.”

I don’t want to contact my assistant. The band gave her a month off. She deserves it after dealing with us for the past months as we finished our tour.

“What if I stay here?” I suggest.

“Bad idea.”

She’s not wrong. Being around the temptation of Indigo Scott is a bad idea. I’ll never be able to keep my hands off of her, but we can’t have a relationship.

She deserves someone steady. Someone who’s home every night. Someone who doesn’t spend his nights traveling in buses from state to state. Someone who doesn’t have women throw their panties at him. Someone who’s not me. But I can’t leave her alone.

“I’ll stay out of your hair. I’ll be busy recording anyway.”

She bites her bottom lip and I stuff my hands in my pockets before I reach forward to pull her lip free of her teeth. My hands vibrate with the desire to touch her. Yeah, this is a bad idea. But bad ideas are my bread and butter.

Her shoulders deflate and I know I’ve won.

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