Page 79 of How to Date a Rockstar

Downtown is completely packed. There are people everywhere. On the road, on the sidewalks, in the shops. There’s no space to move between them.

“This reminds me of a rock festival,” Fender grumbles.

“Except we don’t have backstage passes,” Dylan adds.

“We can go back to the house,” Indy suggests, “if you guys are uncomfortable.”

I scowl. “We’re not a bunch of pansies.”

Dylan chuckles. “Says the man who dove into a patch of pansies.”

I glare at him. “You would have done the same thing.”

Gibson puffs out his chest. “Not me. I don’t flee when the ladies are begging for my attention.”

Fender grunts. “Man whore.”

Gibson wags his finger at him. “They don’t pay me, thus I’m not a whore.”

Jett snorts. “And still, he can’t get as many women as me.”

Indy tugs on my hand. “Is this what you guys do when you’re touring around? Compare how many women you’ve slept with?”

“Except for Cash,” Gibson butts in. “He’s practically a born again virgin.”

I slash my hand over my throat in an effort to get him to shut up. It doesn’t work. It never does. I don’t know why I bother to try at this point.

“The pansy field was not the first time he ran from female admirers,” Dylan adds. “Remember the time he claimed to have diarrhea to get a fan to leave him alone.”

“As I recall, it didn’t work. She followed him into the bathroom.” Jett chuckles.

“With an entire pharmacy to help him,” Gibson continues. “But without any clothes.”

I glare at them. “And you assholes didn’t stop her.”

Dylan snorts. “Why would we stop her?”

Fuck. Indy’s going to freak with all these stories of me and other women. But when I start to explain, I realize she’s notpaying attention. She’s waving Virginia over to our group. They hug in greeting.

Dylan smiles at her. “Hi, Virginia.”

She scowls. “Hello, Dylan.”

“When are you going to put me out of my misery and go out on a date with me?”

Her scowl deepens. “Why would I go out with you? You don’t even know who I am.”

He wiggles his eyebrows. “Thus, a date to get to know you.”

“You’re an idiot,” she mumbles before facing Indy again. “I’m going to the craft fair. Let’s plan to meet up for coffee soon.”

She doesn’t wait for Indy’s agreement before marching off.

“Burn!” Gibson yells.

Jett doubles over laughing. “I wish I had recorded the entire interaction. Social media would go wild watching Dylan get rejected.”

Dylan’s nostrils flare. “You’re not putting my private life on social media.”

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