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“And now you’re marrying a rock star,” another one of them called.
“Yeah, movin’ on up in the world.” Lindsey shot her a smile. “Oh, I totally meant to ask, how did you meet Lena?”
Maeve turned to her. “I’ve told y’all a hundred times. We met our senior year of college. She was a music major—and she was way more fun back then. Now, she’s had to be all uptight since she works a big kid job.”
“What do you do?” Lindsey turned to me.
“I’m a music teacher.”
“Oh. I thought she meant you were like a doctor or lawyer or something.”
Right. Of course.
I smiled anyway. “Yeah. Not for me.”
“But you know who is for her?” Maeve leaned over me, placing her hand on my thigh. “Jackson Whiss.”
Lindsey giggled. “Uh, he’s like, for everyone. I would die to have a night with him. Set me up, Maeve.”
“I can’t,” she replied plainly. “He’s in a serious relationship.”
What is she doing?
“What? I haven’t read that anywhere…but I also don’t keep up with the tabloids.”
Most of the women had grown silent as Maeve started looking through her phone, all of them interested in the conversation happening between the three of us.
“Are you seeing him?” one of them asked me.
“Obviously,” Rashida, one of the models, snapped. “Their pictures have been all over the place. They just haven’t made it official.”
My face heated up, and I swallowed the need to correct her…but according to the contracts I had signed, I was with Jackson now.
“See?” Maeve held out her phone to Lindsey, showing the picture of Jackson and I getting into a car outside of the bar. “But beyond that, he’s totally crazy about her.”
“Really?” Lindsey raised her brow. “I thought he wasn’t the kind of guy to settle down. I figured he was like, a bad boy.”
“He was,” Maeve continued, like she was telling the truth. “And then Lena tamed him right down. Tyson said he doesn’t really drink that much anymore, even. He used to get hammered every time they went out.”
I stayed quiet, trying to decipher how much of what she was saying was the truth. Because lately, I hadn’t noticed Jackson getting drunk at all. Was he really cutting back because he wanted to? Or was it just his PR team?
It doesn’t even matter. I shouldn’t even care.
“Anyway, I think he’s just as serious about her as Tyson is about me,” Maeve continued. “You should see the way he looks at her. It’s so romantic. She’s changed everything for him.”
“Well, damn,” Lindsey sighed. “I guess I’ll just have to find another rock star to be obsessed with then.”
I laughed, though as I took in the sight of her, a beautiful blonde with baby-blue eyes, I wondered if she was Jackson’s actual type. She was a lot wilder than me—and the two of them would probably get along better.
Hell, I think just about anyone would get along with him better than me.
“So what do you think of him, Lena?” one of the others asked me.
I whipped my head up from my hands. “I think he’s…I think he’s like a puzzle with a lot of complicated pieces.” Okay, maybe I am a little drunk. “He’s got more of a past than I thought he did—and I think he’s got a really good heart deep down.” If you could ever get to it.
“Oh, she’s totally smitten over him.” Lindsey beamed, leaning her chin on her hand. “That’s so fucking cute. I hope I can find a mysterious bad boy to tame. It’s so hot to watch girls reel in some guy like Jackson and then make them into civilized men.”
Ha. I don’t think he’ll ever be civilized.
