Rocking His Fake World (Love You Forever #3) - Alexis Winter Page 0,37

were free to be a couple, but that’s just not possible right now. I have big hopes for the future though.

Piper and Calvin stand and sway as I sit down, scooting into the corner of the booth so I can see Luna through the crowd of people. She rocks out on the guitar—singing her heart out while moving back and forth across the stage so everyone in the audience gets a good view of her. She walks to one end of the stage, where she winks and flirts with the audience, then skips to the other end, putting on the same show for that side of the room. People are eating her up—like always—and I can’t help but feel proud of her, excited knowing that at least half of these guys are wishing they could take her home tonight, and it’s my bed she’ll be sharing.

Piper and Riley are now up dancing around in our small space, so Calvin sits across from me to give his wife more room to dance. He looks at me and shakes his head. “You’re a dead man, you know that?”

I laugh. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re in love. I can see it written all over your face right now. You really think you’re going to be able to let go of her in six months?” he scoffs.

I shrug. “I’ll do whatever I’ve gotta do to keep her as long as possible. I know I’m setting myself up for failure, but it’s going to be a hell of a ride getting there.”

He takes a sip and shrugs, letting the subject fall, but I can’t help but think about what he said. Am I in love with Luna? I love watching her perform. I love spending time with her. I love being buried deep inside her. But am I in love with her? It would explain why I felt as shitty as I did the month I had to live without her. But the thought has never crossed my mind. If that’s the case, is she in love with me too since she claims our time apart was really hard for her as well? We’ve never even come close to uttering those words to each other. In fact, Luna has always played it cool around me. She doesn’t get clingy. She doesn’t demand my time or attention. Until last night, she never came to me—I’d always gone to her. She’s not your typical woman. If possible, she’s even harder to read.

The band plays several songs before taking a break, at which point Preston and the girls pile into the booth.

“I can’t believe how good this band is!” Riley says, voice full of excitement.

“They’re going on tour soon. We’ll have to buy tickets,” I respond.

“Is that the girl you were seeing, Daniel?” Piper asks.

I look over at Calvin. “Couldn’t keep a secret, could you?”

He shrugs. “Hey, telling my wife secrets doesn’t count,” he argues.

I admit it. “Yes, that’s the girl I was seeing. Not anymore,” I lie, not wanting more people than necessary to know.

Riley glances toward the stage and back to me. “Too bad. She’s hot and about to be famous! That purple hair . . . I’m so jealous.”

Preston snorts. “I like your hair just as it is. Please don’t die your hair purple.”

I laugh and Riley rolls her eyes.

“So, how are you two liking country life?” I ask, wanting to fill the silence created by the lack of music.

“I grew up there, so I’m used to it. This one, not so much,” Preston says, motioning toward Riley.

She holds up her hands, showing us her palms. “I love living there. I just forget that you can’t run out at 2 a.m. to get pizza or coffee or tacos. I’ve lived in the city for too long. I’m spoiled.”

I laugh. I’m also too used to city life. I’d never make it in the country. Once you live in the city, you almost forget that some places don’t stay open all night. I’ve bought groceries at midnight before. I’ve gotten out of bed with a taco craving. And everything is always right there at your disposal.

“What do you guys do there? I mean, there are at least a few restaurants and bars, right?”

Riley nods. “Well, right now, we’re so busy with unpacking and preparing for the baby that we don’t have much time to get bored anyway. And once our place is done, we’ll have to help Calvin and Piper with theirs. We’ve been talking about getting