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In other words, I need to handle this. I pass my half-finished breakfast to Dylan, who doesn’t hesitate to dig in, and stand.
“I am not in the mood for this today.”
Dylan chuckles. “When are you in the mood to deal with Twiddle Dee and Twiddle Dum?”
I don’t bother responding. He knows how fed up I get with Gibson and Jett’s fooling around. The only things thosetwo are serious about are Gibson’s guitars and Jett’s sticks. Considering Jett’s messing with Gibson’s guitars, this won’t be pretty.
I stomp out of the studio through the control room. Gibson and Jett are running circles through the rest of the building where there are two other studios.
I stick my fingers in my mouth and whistle. They freeze.
“It’s his fault,” Gibson accuses.
“We’re only having fun,” Jett claims.
“Fun?” Gibson’s nostrils flare. “You messed with one of my guitars.”
Jett rolls his eyes. “I would never mess with your guitar. I’m messing with you.”
“Are you done now?” I ask before they can continue this bullshit conversation. “We have a record to make.”
Jett waits until Gibson heads toward me before sticking his tongue out at his back and following.
“Herding cats would be easier,” I grumble as I follow them back into the studio.
Although, I imagine trying to herd Katy Purry and another cat into a room would not be easier. I’m not joking when I say Indigo’s cat is the devil. It’s beady little eyes give it away. I’m going to lock my door tonight to stop the little fur monster from invading while I sleep.
Indigo, on the other hand, is welcome to invade whenever she wants. My cock perks up as memories of all the times I snuck into her bedroom when we were teenagers flit through my mind.
Too bad Indigo’s not the kind of girl you can use for a bit of fun – she’s the engagement ring and wedding dresskind of girl – because Indigo in bed without her clothes on is synonymous with fun.
Chapter 6
Surprise – When your grandmother meddles in your life from beyond the grave
Indigo
“You must be Indigo,” a man says the moment I enter the office inside the courthouse on Main Street.
“Mr. West?”
He shakes my hand before shutting the door. “It’s impossible to keep the gossip under control but I do try.” He ushers me toward a chair in front of his desk.
“I met a few women who said they were the gossip gals this morning.”
He chuckles as he sits in his desk chair. “Those women.”
I guess he knows who they are. “They kept on referring to a project but they wouldn’t explain. Do you know what they meant?”
“They’re harmless.”
I cock a brow. “Harmless?”
“They enjoy matchmaking and placing bets about the couples they match. It’s completely harmless.”
Hold on. They mentioned a project after they ‘handled the rental agreement’. Surely, they don’t intend to match me with Cash. No way. No how. No—
Why am I worrying about this? I don’t live in Winter Falls.
