Page 163 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“What are you doing?” Julian asks.

“Delivery run.”

“Fun.”

“It’s actually deeply glamorous.”

“Can I come with you?”

I blink. “What?”

“I need to leave the house before somebody starts another catastrophic conversation in a hallway.”

I laugh despite myself. “That specific?”

“Shockingly specific.”

“You want to ride around Redemption Falls while I hand people mozzarella sticks?”

“I’ve done worse things for companionship.”

“That’s… weirdly sweet.”

“Don’t say that,” he says. “I’ve got a reputation.”

I smile before I can stop myself. “Fine. I’ve got two more deliveries after this. Meet me outside the diner in ten.”

“You’re rescuing me.”

“Don’t make it dramatic.”

“Too late.”

I hang up before he can say anything worse.

Ten minutes later, I pull into the diner parking lot and spot Julian leaning against the hood of a black SUV, wearing sunglasses like he’s trying and failing to disguise the fact that he’s extremely recognizable.

He straightens when he sees my car.

And despite everything else currently happening in my life, my stomach still does that annoying little flip when he smiles at me.

I roll down the window. “You look like a divorced celebrity dad waiting for his visitation.”

Julian gasps. “That’s devastating.”

“It’s the sunglasses.”

“These are fashion.” He opens the passenger door and slides in beside me, smelling like sandalwood and coffee.

“You have fries?” he asks.

I stare at him. “You got in my car and asked about fries before saying hello.”

“You still haven’t answered the question.”

I point toward the paper bag in the cup holder. “Emergency fries.”

His face lights up with genuine delight. “This,” he says, stealing one, “is why I like you.”