To Cherish and To Hold (Love of a Rockstar #1.5) by Nicole Simone

Author:Nicole Simone [Simone, Nicole]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Nicole Simone
Published: 2015-03-04T00:00:00+00:00

The next four weeks were a blur of sleeping and sawdust. Since we were on such a tight schedule, Luke and I spent every last waking minute at Norma Jean’s. My dear fiancé wouldn’t let me wield any saws, hammers, power tools, or even a paintbrush due to my knocked up state. I acted as an interior designer instead and the employees at Home Depot became my best friends, which was a nice change from the hostility pouring from the construction crew. They were pissed because I’d decided to add a wedding package to Norma Jean’s. That meant a bride and groom could rent the whole restaurant plus the upper two levels of the house for guests. The second floor needed minimal work but the attic had to be completely reconstructed from scratch.

I’d told Hendro that it didn’t have to be finished by opening date. A ball of good cheer, he’d growled and thrown his hands in the air, mumbling my name like a curse word. I’m almost positive if Matthew hadn’t been around, he would have spit on my shoes as well.

Matthew had been at Norma Jean’s alongside Luke nearly every day, repairing the crown molding to its former glory. The man deserved a thank you dinner.

That night, I was in charge of the food while Luke took it upon himself to act as bartender. Our tiny house could scarcely host three people, but at the last minute Luke had invited his other band mates, my grandmother, and my mother over. He said our baby deserved a party. When I’d reminded him the real reason we were having this dinner, he’d convinced me that Mathew would prefer if the focus weren’t entirely on him. Besides, Luke had added, who complained when free food was involved?

Unable to disclaim that, the gathering morphed into a celebration. My exhausted self couldn’t bear the thought of cooking for a crowd, so I ordered two large pizzas. I made the chocolate cookies because the inner pastry chef would have scoffed at a store-bought dessert. What can I say? I’m a sugar snob.

Luke set up a makeshift bar in the living room. High priced liqueurs, soda water, and garnishes were placed elegantly on the vintage teacart.

Dressed in a drop waist dress, Nil asked Luke for a Shirley temple, her voice heavy with a southern accent. It was by the far the highlight of the evening and the party hadn’t even begun yet. A feverish excitement buzzed in the air.

“Hey, Luke!” I called from the kitchen. “Would you mind grabbing the wine glasses for me?”

Straining to reach the highest shelf in the cabinet, my fingers brushed the stems. Sometimes, I really hated being short.

Luke laid his palm against my lower back. “Whoa there! I know you’re mighty, woman, but it might be time to retire the cape until the baby has arrived.”

He assisted me off the step stool and took my place. I watched as he effortlessly gathered the eight glasses. “Where do you want them?” Luke asked.

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