Page 32 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

“I didn’t almost die.”

“You were seconds away from becoming a cautionary tale.”

She shakes her head, trying to reset, brushing her hands down her jeans trying to erase what just happened.

I don’t step back right away. My hand remains at her waist just a second longer than it needs to.

Her breath shifts again. Then, she steps away fully, putting space between us.

Smart.

“Tour’s over,” she says.

“Already?” I glance around. “I feel like I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

“You’ve seen enough.”

“I strongly disagree.”

“That sounds like a you problem.”

I fall back into step beside her anyway.

She doesn’t tell me to leave this time. Which is interesting.

“You make it sound like this place is unbearable,” I say after a minute.

“It’s not,” she replies. “It’s just… small.”

“Nothing wrong with small.”

“There is when people think they know everything about you.”

“Maybe,” I say lightly, “they don’t know everything.”

She looks at me sideways. “You don’t know anything.”

“Not yet,” I say, easy.

She huffs, but there’s less heat in it now.

We reach a bend in the road, and she slows, nodding toward a house up ahead. “This is me.”

I take it in. Simple. Cozy looking. It fits her in a way I can’t quite explain.

“Good tour,” I say.

“It was barely a tour.”

“I had fun,” I remind her. “That counts for something, right?”

She hesitates, deciding whether to argue or let it go.

“Yeah,” she says finally. “It does.”

I grin.

Daisy tugs her toward the door, and she follows, but pauses before going inside, glancing back at me. “You should probably go.”