Page 75 of My Three Billionaire Rockstars

I blink. “A what?”

“My tour guide,” he repeats. “Specifically one who can take me to a bookstore.”

I stare at him. “You’re kidding.”

“Nope.”

“There’s literally one bookstore in this town.”

“I’m aware.”

“And you can’t find it?”

“I could,” he says. “But where’s the fun in that?”

I close my eyes briefly. “Julian.”

“Yes?”

“I’ve been on my feet for ten hours.”

“Great,” he says. “You can sit down in the car.”

“I’m not driving you to a bookstore.”

“Walking, then.”

“I’m not walking you to a bookstore.”

He tilts his head, studying me like he’s trying to figure out where the crack in my argument might be.

Then he smiles, and I know I’m in trouble, because that smile means he’s about to do something annoying.

“You’re off in twenty minutes,” he says.

I freeze. “How do you know that?”

He shrugs. “I asked.”

“Who?”

“Lara.”

I whip around. “Lara…”

She doesn’t even look up from the grill. “He asked nicely.”

“You sold me out.”

“You’re not a secret,” she replies.

I turn back. Julian looks entirely too pleased with himself.

“I hate you,” I tell him.

“Strong feelings already,” he says. “I’m flattered.”

“That’s not what this is.”