Page 161 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

I glance down. I am, in fact, cleaning a perfectly clean section of counter with concerning intensity. “That means nothing.”

“It means you’re spiraling. In public.”

I point the rag at her. “You don’t live with my brain. You don’t know what’s normal in there.”

She studies me. “Bad?”

I hesitate, because where exactly do I even start?

Sorry, Nina, I accidentally got entangled with three damaged former rockstars and now the estranged brother of one of them has arrived like the world’s hottest family disaster.

Instead, I sigh and say, “Complicated.”

“That’s been your favorite word lately.” Her expression shifts a little. “You okay, though?”

The softness in it almost gets me.

I shrug. “I think so.”

That’s the truth, technically. I’m just not sure which version of okay we’re measuring against anymore.

Before Nina can push further, Lara leans out the kitchen window again. “Willow!”

“Yes?”

“Pete called out. I need someone to do the lunch deliveries.”

Relief hits me so fast it’s embarrassing.

“Yes,” I say.

Lara blinks. “You didn’t even ask where.”

“I don’t care if it’s Canada. I’m going.”

Nina snorts into her coffee.

Lara narrows her eyes suspiciously. “You trying to escape something?”

“Yes,” I say.

She considers that for one long second. “Fair enough.”

Twenty minutes later, I’m in my car with three delivery bags in the backseat and Daisy’s fur still somehow on my jacket despite the fact she’s not currently here.

The freedom feels immediate.

No diner noise. No worried glances at my phone. No customers casually asking if I’ve “seen those music guys around lately.”

Just roads, trees, silence.

Well, silence until my phone rings through the speakers.

I glance at the dashboard.

Julian.

I answer with one hand still on the wheel. “If this is another devastating update, I’m driving into the river.”