“I want to makeyournight too, Olivia Sinclair.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean—”
“Nope. I’m gonna make your night too. Those are the rules.” His eyes sparkled, and he shrugged nonchalantly.
“And whose rules are these exactly?” I laughed. Whether I was laughing at how adorable he was, or at how absolutely fucking absurd this was, I wasn’t sure.
“Mine.” He smiled at me in a way that made me understand why women used to throw their panties at rockstars. Did people still do that? If not, they should. “I’ve got to go play this show real quick, but after that, I’m gonna make your night. I promise.”
Before I could protest, he jogged over to where the rest of the band was huddled. His eyes found mine again before I made my way back to where Grace, Ella, and Cash stood.
Ella gaped at me as Grace grabbed my hand and squealed in my ear.
“I’m going to go check in with the guys,” Cash told us. “And I’ll check on that champagne.”
“Thanks, Cash.” Ella chirped, yanking me closer as he stepped away. “WHAT IS GOING ON?”
“I think Jaxon Slade has a crush on Aunt Liv,” Grace sang, bumping me with her hip.
“Yeah, in my dreams maybe.” I snorted. “First of all, I have to be older than him.Have to be.Second of all,have you seen him?I’m pretty sure he’s the great, great, great, great-grandchild of Adonis.”
“He’s gorgeousandfamous.” Grace rested the back of her hand on her forehead and pretended to faint.
“He’s gorgeous, butso are you.”Ella poked me in the shoulder for emphasis. “You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“Y’all, this guy is famous. He’s probably dating some supermodel that carries a small dog in her purse. He’s cute, but I’m sure he just enjoys flirting.” I shook my head. “This is not a thing. Don’t make this a thing.”
“Oh, it’s athing,”Ella fired back. “You heard what Cash said. They don’t invite just anyone to do this.”
“He did it for Grace,” I insisted. “For her birthday.”
“But he wantedyourphone number,” Grace reminded me. She had me there. I couldn’t explain why Jaxon Slade had insisted on having my phone number, but I knew it didn’t matter. There was no way I’d ever hear from him, and that was perfectly fine because this was not a thing that happened in real life.
“You guys are crazy.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “This isn’t a thing. It’s not.”
Ella narrowed her eyes at me. “What did he say to you over there?”
“He asked what I thought about the view.”
“Uh-huh.” Ella would not be deterred. This was no longer a conversation. It was an interrogation. “And?”
“I said it was amazing. I thanked him and said he’d made Grace’s night.”
“And?What else?” Grace raised an eyebrow at me. Damn. The girl was exactly like her mother.
“Andhe asked if he’d made my night too.”
“And?” Ella grabbed ahold of my arms. “What did you say?”
“I said that seeing Grace happy made me happy. He said that simply wouldn’t do, and he was going to make my night too because those are the rules.” I curved my fingers into air quotes.
“Oh my God!” Grace bounced with excitement. “A rockstar is in love with you!”
“That’sa little premature, don’t you think?” I shook my head. “And insane. He’s a hot rockstar and I’m… me.”
“So what?” Ella brushed me off. “Famous people fall in love with normal people all the time. Look at George Clooney.”
“The fact that you are now comparing me with Amal Clooney should be a clue as to how far we’ve strayed from reality.”
