Page 66 of Rockstar Baby
“Gee, thanks.”
He hung his head. “Bollocks, I can’t do any of this right.”
This time, it was me who laughed. “I get it.” I curled my arms around his waist and stepped into him.
He wrapped his arms around my shoulders until there was no space between us. “I never expected you.”
I flattened my cheek to his chest and listened to his heartbeat. “Ditto.”
He took a step back. “But I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just wasn’t ready to let you go.”
I swallowed down the hope flaring to life inside me. He didn’t mean it that way. And even if he did, Rory’s basic makeup was completely opposite from my own. He was a musician, or a producer—heck, I wasn’t even completely sure what he did. But none of it included a small town. Or a family.
For pity’s sake, I’d been saving up to open an ice cream truck in the summer. I was small town. I wanted a baby so bad I’d actually gone to a meeting of like-minded women who were willing to do the baby thing alone. I wasn’t exactly ready for the baby part yet, but it had always been in my plans.
A little girl or boy running around the truck with me, helping me pass out ice cream and create crazy flavors. I could see it all.
What Icouldn’tsee was him.
Rory would be across the street watching. Forever watching and separate. He wasn’t the guy who would climb into the fray and pick up a sticky, screaming kid and kiss away his or her hurts.
He kissed away yours.
I ignored that little voice. He wasn’t a monster. He just wasn’t my future.
But he could be my right now. He could be a bright spring day in one of my favorite places on the planet beyond the Cove.
“Let’s go see your friends. You have work to do, right?”
“Only if that’s okay with you.”
I rose onto my toes and kissed his scruffy chin. “It’s a real hardship to deal with you, LC, but I will survive.”
He hooked his arm around my shoulders and dragged me back toward the car. “A magnanimous woman. I’m not sureIcan survive the day.”
I bumped my hip against him. “So, I get to see you play that guitar? Do you sing?”
His cheeks went ruddy. “I can play any instrument you put in front of me, but singing isn’t really my forte. I leave that to the Kellans and Ians of the world.”
“But you can?”
“I can hold a note, yes.”
“I expect to hear you sing, LC. Today.”
He rolled his eyes. “We’ll see.”
Thirteen
We madeit into the clearing and Ian and Kellan were waiting for us.
This time, there were a few more men with them. A tall guy—well, they were all kind of on the tall end, to be honest—was playing airplane with Wolf. Another one stood nearby with a definite familial resemblance. Both men were enamored with the very happy child. A pretty dark-haired woman was filming on her phone as Wolf went for another zoom.
“There they are.” Kellan kept an eye on his kid as he spoke. I was pretty sure Wolf was his anyway. Everything had gotten jumbled after I’d been sideswiped by the Rory information deluge.
So many things made more sense now, but it was still a lot to digest.
“Hey. Sorry about that.” My chest, neck, and face had to be blazing.
