Rock Star: The Song (Book 1 of a Bad Boy Romance) Read Free Page B

Spike was always within earshot. The guy really needed to get a job. Both of them did. Truth was the town held little for anyone unless they worked in the cheese factory. Some families had spent their entire lives in there.
    “It’s for you, Meghan.”
    I nodded, cleaned off my hands and took the phone, keeping an eye on dodgy Dave in the corner of the shop who was known to swipe anything that wasn’t tied down. Last month he’d attempted to take out a chair. I swear. What he was going to do with that, was beyond me.
    “Yeah, hello?”
    There was silence on the other end of the phone.
    “Hello?” I asked again.
    Sophie screwed up her face.
    “Yeah, it’s me. Um,” a voice spilled.
    “Who?”
    “Cottage number seventeen.”
    All the blood rushed to my cheeks. I wasn’t sure whether to laugh or slam the phone down.
    “Oh, skinny-dipper.”
    I heard a slight chuckle on the other end of the line.
    “Listen, I know you only deliver in the morning, but I was wondering if you could swing by with some supper.”
    What was I? His maid?
    “You do know we are only ten minutes from you.”
    “I don’t have a vehicle, and well, I’ve kind of run out of a few extras.”
    “I’ll give you the number for Danny’s Pizzeria.”
    “I don’t like pizza. Do you bake anything else? Besides the muffins?”
    I paused for a minute, wondering what his game was. “Well, some say I do a fine quiche.”
    “Quiche? I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of tasting that.”
    “Oh, you are missing out.”
    “I’m sure you can bring me up to speed.”
    What did he mean by that?
    “Look, I have to go that way anyway this evening. I will swing by and drop it off.”
    “Are you sure?”
    “Yeah, it’s fine.”
    “Thanks.”
    There was an awkward pause, as if he was about to say something else before he hung up.
    “Who was that?” Spike asked.
    “Our mystery man. He wants another delivery, but this evening.”
    “I bet he does,” Sophie said devilishly as she poured out a coffee.
    “Sophie,” I said.
    “Well, you know it doesn’t hurt to get wet once in a while.”
    “I’ll have you know…” I was about to go into depth on my various ways of keeping myself happy without a man, when I could see that one too many of the men in the shop were eavesdropping, namely Spike.
    “As you were,” I blushed and went about filling orders.

    * * *
    L ater that evening , I drove out to the cottages. I hadn’t been up there at night before. With the sun dipping behind the tall trees, it made everything appear darker than it actually was. With little light on the road, I had envisioned a deer jumping out and colliding with my truck. Darkness had a way of playing tricks on my mind. It probably didn’t help with Spike’s endless stories of Sasquatch sightings. They guy was such a loon.
    When I arrived, I slipped out of the truck with the dish under my arm.
    I had the quiche wrapped in foil to keep it warm. Some small part of me was wondering if he was going to come to the door butt naked. Not that I would have minded, he was as sexy as hell.
    Instead, the door opened and I was greeted by the sight of him fully clothed. I caught a slight scent of his aftershave. It was piney, and spicy. My stomach was doing backflips.
    “Hi.”
    He gave another one of his sexy smiles.
    “Come on in.”
    “Oh, um… I can’t stay, I have to attend an open mic night.”
    I handed him the tray. He took it and placed it on the counter.
    “Smells good.”
    So do you.
    “Open mic night?”
    I shifted from one foot to the next feeling a little bit embarrassed. I don’t know why I should have felt that way. It’s not as if I’d let it bother me before.
    “Yeah, every Friday we hold an open mic night. You know, for people to come and play down at my café. It’s not much, just a few local folks who like to share poetry or sing a tune.”
    He leaned against the doorway and smirked, and for a moment I had another flash of his body naked from